My dinner with Alexander was cancelled – hopefully in two weeks. I met him when I worked in Corporate Finance – he is one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. Everyone at ICF knew him and went nuts when I told them I worked with him for a year. He is in the same box as Rocco – someone that’s a total badass at what they do and they never show off – they just deliver. Two years ago we had the most mind-blowing lunch where basically he stared me down and said: ‘What do you want to do?’ and then ‘What’s the problem? Go do it.’ I just sat there giggling uncontrollably. Or yesterday when I was talking to Laurie about a potential revenue-producing project and she gave me the coaching smackdown when I gave excuses. ‘There are no excuses, Andy. That is unacceptable.’
Boxing this morning rocked. Jerome kicked my ass big time. I tried to focus on my third-eye (read below) with some of the hits but I was too distracted by footwork.
My goal is to get out of here by noon today. I think I can do it.
I have stuff I can do at home over the internet and the company I’m calling is in Cali anyways.
Forgot to record that at the ICF conference I learned that my SoulType is 7. This means I send and receive through my third-eye chakra. Dude. It explains why I sometimes lead with my forehead and relate to people with my face slightly tilted. I just thought I was naturally condescending. They had all these people wearing neutral colored loose clothes and they’d push against your hands and tell you to radiate from different parts of your body. Then the guru would confirm. He pushed on my hands and told me to focus with my third eye… I couldn’t be pushed over. “Now move your focus to your hips,” he said. I did. He pushed me right over. “Back to the third eye.” Again – immovable. Type 7’s are visionaries and are able to travel to different planes of though and possibility and have lots and lots and lots of ideas and move too fast for others… it does makes sense. When I’m directing or doing things – I always thought that I was just processing things aurally because I bow my head a little – but perhaps I am sensing and shaping through my third eye. Same with piano. And it goes with my whole-body sensing of rhythm – especially with dialogue. It’s like – if a piece of flat dialogue is spoken it reverberates in my bones – a totally intuitive response. Like last night, I had to rewrite the ending of a scene and I was still holding on to wanting to choke the shit out of the actor that was blowing off the final dress. I went and got a little dinner and came back and had the answer as soon as I walked in the door.