Recent events in my life have made me look a little bit closer at what truly matters in my life. There are my possessions that I like, but I don’t need. There is the cool tv I wish I had, the car I drool over, and ice cream. Love my ice cream, so I had to give it a plug. Anyways back to the subject at hand, what do I treasure?

I remember my first treasure from the ripe old age of three when the world was still full of surprises, things to explore, and my grandpa. He was there frequently in my early life helping my mother out to raise me. She was always working at restaurants, or selling Mary K back then. This day found me and Grandpa at a lake somewhere. I remember there was a little clearing with sand right on the shore of the lake where we set up our chairs. The willow trees were hanging down low and full of leaves so it was probably around mid summer. There was a good breeze going, but it was hot and I was fidgety. I’m still fidgety… I remember him trying to teach me to cast without very much luck. Them low hanging willows were better than all star outfielders catching a fly ball. He did not get angry but I think I was distracted by the time he cut my line for the third time, and he just set the pole off to the side.

There was me and the sand. There was so many colors of rocks in the sand that I was digging into. I found amusement in making my own little mini lakes that would fill up with water. Amazed watching my holes slowly fill from the bottom I started on my fourth hole. That’s when I found it, my first ever treasure!! It was small and silver catching the sun and my total attention. I freed it from it’s sandy depths and proceeded to wash it off in one of my little lakes I created. I took it to grandpa and he laughed “You found a trophy champ!” It was a little cheesy trophy cup, but to me it was the most incredible thing ever. A couple minutes later my grandpa caught the only fish of the day, and then I realised what the whole point of fishing was. The lake was a big fish tank, but I couldn’t use my hand like I usually did to catch these ones.

Sadly I don’t still have the little trophy I found on that day. I don’t have my grandfather either. He died at our house around a year later after a long battle with lung cancer. I remember there was family showed up, and I was stuck in my bedroom with the Hardy Boys playing on an old black and white television. I wasn’t glued to the show like they had intended. Instead I was glued to the keyhole in the door trying to watch through my narrow view the events that were going on. After a while I remember seeing the journey going past my door with a white sheet covering somebody up. That is the last time I seen My grandpa.

I may not have the little cup, or him, but I do still have my treasure….The memory of that moment, and the smile on his face.


The Difference

There is a basic difference between some people, and the other people as big as the difference between humans and animals. Some differences are subtle while others are as vast as the universe. Some peoples polarities will never allow them to be able to embrace all the ideas and differences that make us a complete species. There are those that catch a glimpse of the grand scheme, others that profess total knowledge, but in reality it is through their own tunnel vision, and some see behind the curtain and wonder if the wall was always there, or did it appear when I pulled back the curtain.

The human imagination is one of the most glorious things that we know about. Yes hard work and dedication also has played a role in shaping our physical world, but first that world was part of someones mind. It began as random electrons firing through the neurons that link like the overgrown brush. Like the brush it just takes a breeze to make new branches touch, sway, and move. A gentle breeze of electrons through the mind is what has shaped this world into what it is today. It made your car, your home, your bicycle, and you.

Everyday you are bombarded with the stresses of life. There are bills to pay, mouths to feed, appointments to keep, trying to say the right things at the right times. Everyday starts blending into the next day continually racing to meet some sort of objective that is looming in the distance, but never quite fully seen. For some there is just that. That is life. That is reality. There are many that can only accept that life. That is there driving force, that is what they will always see.

Is this the part where I say qit your job and go be free and live in the woods eating nuts and berries? If thats what you want, but I do prefer my creature comforts. You know like toilet paper, a warm house on a cold day, and stuff like that. The rat race can be shaped is what I have to say. You need to see past that wall behind the curtain. Everyone has things that they enjoy, and all that I’m asking is pursue you loves actively, and at any chance you get. Keep your job if you have to, but worry about not worrying. Make time for your passions in your life, and you never know where that will lead. 

All it takes is following that little breeze in your mind, and who knows what might materialize to grace this reality.

What inspired me?

You may ask  what inspired MyGlo Designs look? Why do you want to make everything glow? The answer….Tron and my uncle.

One of my earliest memories was tagging along with my uncle to a nightclub during the day. I have no clue why, or for that fact where it was exactly, but it was amazing to me as a kid. The person my uncle was meeting kicked on the music and the lights to distract me, or maybe to see if I was prone to seizures? There was so much to take in all at once as the darkness came to life. The disco ball was shooting multi colored beams and I watched the points of light traveling rapidly across my shirt. There was moving spotlights chasing the beams almost as rapidly as I was, but then there was the most amazing thing ever…The floor lit up!! There was big squares of illumination changing colors with the music and warping my fragile little mind. I remember thinking that this must be what it is like to be an adult. I can’t wait to be an adult!!

Then not to long after I was exposed to Tron. It wasn’t a cartoon, but it didn’t look real at the same time. Someone said “It’s the future” and I was thinking the future is going to look sooooo cool, but in reality I think they meant it was the future of how movies were going to be made with the use of computer graphics. If only he knew. The light cycles with the laser light trailing from the rear tire, the lines of light tracing out all of the outline, and the blue glow of the power stream hypnotised me and planted a seed.

I have always had this notion growing up that the world would be a neon laced bright shiney place like Tokyo, or Las Vegas, but alas it never happened. Although I have been to Vegas, so part of my childhood fantasy came true, but even there one block off of the strip isn’t very bright or shiny.

To me this is my little way of making the world that bright place from my youth. I make it glow one piece of work at a time. It doesn’t matter if it is a glowing crystal, egg, skull, or kandi charm, I am doing my small part to help bring light to the dark.

What Drives Me

What Drives Me

Today is another day of working ten plus hours doing something I don’t mind doing, but is it what I love doing? Not really. Does it give me the same satisfaction as what I create for myself? Again I must answer know. I am just fulfilling someone else’s dream, helping them reach their goals as a business, and donating my time for a wage to use for my own means. Don’t get me wrong, the owner of the company that I work for is a very stand up guy with compassion, and truly supports his employees goals, even if it doesn’t mean they will be with his company forever. He has asked me about how this little dream I had for four years now is doing. He has asked me this repeatedly over the three years I have known him. It gives me satisfaction to finally be able to tell him that there is wind in the sails, even though the final destination is somewhere over the horizon.

So then what is this desire that I have to break from the norm of working a nine to five for a steady dependable company? It is dreams. It is creativity. It’s the ability to imagine something within the depths of my mind, and bring it into the physical realm to be touched and held. It is the idea of thinking something has potential, making it, and then someone to be amazed at something that they didn’t know even existed is now in their hands. The smiles, thank you emails, and the people that are actually willing to trade their own hard earned money for a piece of my imagination. My imagination is all over thu United States. All over the world in fact. Italy, England, France, and Australia all have pieces of me. Image

That is what infuses me with passion. My imagination can make people happy, be cherished, and make someones life a little brighter.Image

The Ride So Far…

Hello to all out there staring at a screen wondering if this journey will bore you, or if the author can string together coherent sentences. Welcome to the MyGlo Designs blogs that will help chartImage our journey going from mild mannered hobbyists selling here and there on Etsy, to a full fledged online store, and vendor to amazing people at live events.

So how about a little about the author of this babble. My name is Jason Messer, and I have had a wonderfully amazing, odd, lower middle class life so far. I do have one very epic son named Nathaniel, but he prefers Nate, and never ever Nathan! I live with my girlfriend/ business partner Megean, a dog named Jack, and three kitties named Sally, Annie, and Minion. Together we form a unique family trying to keep up with bills, providing sustenance to all mouths, and putting money into our passion, MyGlo Designs.

I think I shall leave off with this journal entry at this point for today. We will be going into more details about where we have been so far tomorrow, and where we are aspiring to be in the future, well, in future posts. Stay tuned kiddies:)

Jason Messer