The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Just a few Twitter-length random thoughts swimming in my head tonight:
My job is a combination of three distinct-but-related jobs, but my title should really be Director of Fixing Other People’s Mistakes. I spent at least an hour of my workday today revising commercials that could have easily been done correctly the first time by those who wrote the original scripts.
I need to sleep more. Until about a year ago I laughed at the thought that we need eight or more hours of sleep a night. Seven is fine, even less is fine. I thought. But not really. I need eight. I rarely get eight.
Are you old enough to know that the title of this blog post is the name of a movie? Do you know who the star is?
Without activating my ego too much, let me point out that sometimes I can predict the future. I knew that a certain upcoming local fund-raiser concert originally starring a couple of well-known singers was going to have trouble. Wrong location for the target ticket-buyer, not quite enough star power for the particular night and a much too expensive ticket price. Yes, it’s raising money for a very worthy cause and yes, people would spend that kind of money for that particular organization. But you need bigger stars and a different venue. Nobody asked me and I didn’t say anything because people far smarter than me seemed OK with it. Today I got word that the event is cancelled. No official reason, but you can probably guess it.
I decided to shorten my upcoming road trip. I'll do the part I cancelled sometime in the spring. Just wasn’t up to that long of a drive this winter and my car needs a little work anyway.
I am soooo ready to do the part of the trip I didn’t cancel. And I’m pretty excited about some plans I have here when I get back.
At this time last year I was packing boxes and preparing for a move, figuratively and literally. I changed address, moved into a place on my own and began a new chapter in my life. This year is ending even better than it started. Ahhhh, the power of visualization.
And this blog post is ending now so I can get to bed and get eight hours of sleep. Maybe.