Well I don't know about you, but it is sometimes very hard for this leopard to change its spots...
And no, I don't mean the leopard printed ponte dress in the new Issa/Banana Republic Collaboration, nice as it is...
No - I meant this leopard, you know - the one in the new silkscreened Wendy/Mickey collection of 2014 (I can't expect Mickey to turn on a dime after all, even though he and I are both besotted by your grand ideas...)
And today's post has nothing to do with clothes. It has to do with DREAMS...
So you all know I left a big job to pursue my dreams.
I am writing, writing, writing and it is quite humbling, because I am also learning, learning, learning. I feel like I am starting over and am at the bottom rung of the ladder. It looks like it is a long way up to the top, or even the middle, and the sign that says "PUBLISHED AUTHOR"? Well it kind of sits up at the top, hidden in some mystical castle, like the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk.
On the other hand, it is quite exciting, because it has been so long since I was so completely, so utterly, a neophyte. I can't understand why my skin doesn't have acne and why I can't find my training bra - THAT'S how young I feel these days!
So this week I got an offer from a consultant whom I have known many years. They want to do work with me. They want to trade on my name and reputation, if truth be told, but that is not as David Copperfield-ish as it sounds - in business that is a very common practise. For 48 hours I considered it. Easy money. Some business lunches. Some meetings.
But I felt sick. I was feeling a bit like Al Pacino in the Godfather, Part III and we know how badly THAT turned out....
Oh Al, I feel your pain. It is a hard thing to change. It is hard to tell people that you want to be a writer when all of your life you have been something else. It is hard to tell people that you don't want to work with them for good money when you are at home in your little office writing for only yourself at this point.
But I made a promise to myself when I left my job that I had a dream and I would pursue that dream. And it may be a crazy dream, but it is MY dream and it makes my heart sing, even when I am stuck in that little room writing for imaginary children who I hope will laugh at the parts that I laugh at.
Right now, it is a pretty lonely experience during the day, except for all of you folks, who just make me smile and smile and smile. So I wanted to share this story with you, because I need some ballast to keep me going and maybe, just maybe, one of you is out there trying really hard to stick to your guns on an important commitment you have made to yourself, whatever that is.
We all need friends to tell us to hang in there. So here it is from me: Hang in there! Row on, cause I'm rowing right beside you!
Isn't it nice to be out on the water with a friend?
Have a lovely Thursday, and stay safe out there!
xoxo
And no, I don't mean the leopard printed ponte dress in the new Issa/Banana Republic Collaboration, nice as it is...
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| Good Lord! I think they left some of the leopard's length back at the taxidermist.. |
And today's post has nothing to do with clothes. It has to do with DREAMS...
So you all know I left a big job to pursue my dreams.
I am writing, writing, writing and it is quite humbling, because I am also learning, learning, learning. I feel like I am starting over and am at the bottom rung of the ladder. It looks like it is a long way up to the top, or even the middle, and the sign that says "PUBLISHED AUTHOR"? Well it kind of sits up at the top, hidden in some mystical castle, like the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk.
On the other hand, it is quite exciting, because it has been so long since I was so completely, so utterly, a neophyte. I can't understand why my skin doesn't have acne and why I can't find my training bra - THAT'S how young I feel these days!
So this week I got an offer from a consultant whom I have known many years. They want to do work with me. They want to trade on my name and reputation, if truth be told, but that is not as David Copperfield-ish as it sounds - in business that is a very common practise. For 48 hours I considered it. Easy money. Some business lunches. Some meetings.
But I felt sick. I was feeling a bit like Al Pacino in the Godfather, Part III and we know how badly THAT turned out....
Oh Al, I feel your pain. It is a hard thing to change. It is hard to tell people that you want to be a writer when all of your life you have been something else. It is hard to tell people that you don't want to work with them for good money when you are at home in your little office writing for only yourself at this point.
But I made a promise to myself when I left my job that I had a dream and I would pursue that dream. And it may be a crazy dream, but it is MY dream and it makes my heart sing, even when I am stuck in that little room writing for imaginary children who I hope will laugh at the parts that I laugh at.
Right now, it is a pretty lonely experience during the day, except for all of you folks, who just make me smile and smile and smile. So I wanted to share this story with you, because I need some ballast to keep me going and maybe, just maybe, one of you is out there trying really hard to stick to your guns on an important commitment you have made to yourself, whatever that is.
We all need friends to tell us to hang in there. So here it is from me: Hang in there! Row on, cause I'm rowing right beside you!
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Isn't it nice to be out on the water with a friend?
Have a lovely Thursday, and stay safe out there!
xoxo
