So you do as the fruity self-help books say and make space for this new stuff and take two and a half boxes of crap to the thrift store.
And then a couple days later – here comes the harvest.
The past few days has brought a wealth opportunities – most I can’t comment on in detail because I’m waiting on confirmation of some details – if any co-workers are reading this – don’t freak out – it’s on-the-side stuff.
Plus, my blogging class is working out fantastically with over 70 participants and seven of them have already created their weblogs. I’ve never had such success with a pilot of a teleclass – and people are reacting very well to the open-learning, online ecampus environment. The actual calls start tonight – I’m doing three versions of teh calls – one is a weekly call, one is a Monday-thru-Friday arrangement and one is a marathon all day Saturday afternoon type of party.
I’m realize how much blogging can help nurture a reputation before you even meet people – probably less so with this personal blog – where I probably appear so strident and angry that no one would want to talk to me. But my pro blog is much more informative and practical. A friend was talking up my knowledge in a meeting and said – you know Andy from Coachamatic – and they’re all like ‘oh yeah, Andy! We know him!’
My dreamy side immediately starts concocting visions of ruling the world with my vision and expertise and I get so so so excited. Then my parents and sister provide a damp (I wouldn’t say fully wet) blanket that reminds me: be sure you’re getting paid. It’s a tough balance. I get so enamoured with being enamoured that I forget about being enumerated.
I think I’ve blogged this already – my adaptation of Antigone may get two productions in 2005. I’m excited to re-adapt it for the War on Terror.
Ron’s out for a day and a half. I’ve been charged with finding us a place to have Valentines Day dinner on Saturday. Last year I screwed up and we ended up at Firefly where I paid 30 dollars to eat a piece of fatty cow. No – it wasn’t marbled and tender – I was chewing on fat. It sucked. I’m thinking we’ll try for Angelinas this year. Mmmm. Chocolate bread pudding.