I was nervous the first time I met Amy. I had just taken a job on the opposite side of the country. I knew a few people out there, and was dreaming of what this new adventure was going to be.
Walking into the office that first day, she was the first person I met. Calm, collected, and in control of the world at her fingertips. Without thinking, you start asking yourself “What is it that makes her tick?” She has this presence about her that fills a room with wonder.
Years later, I moved cross-country again and Amy had become a good friend. We were living in Portland surrounded by a great group of people. As freelancers, moments of in-between became moments of contemplation. We worked together at different locations most days. Switching coffee shops, day trips to the coast, and often earlier than happy-hour drinks to continue discussions of new ideas and ventures. Those conversations have become a back bone for me in recent years. Every conversation with Amy leaves you thinking of intention and how to be better; she's always trying to be better and helping those around her.
I first met Boyd as a young writer. Watching her grow into the force that she is, has been incredible. Her ideas and thoughts force you to adapt around her. Her words have eloquently become the voice of movements, the inner dialogue of my core group, and the witty joke that you mutter under your breath.
Amy plays in the background. She is the comedian, the writer, and the friend that will drive around the block one more time because your favorite song just came on.