I just wrote my first check for my business. $150 to pay for a portion of a logo. Ack!
Oh, it hurt so good. And it’s unfortunate—and thrilling!—that I’ll be shelling out more in the coming months. Can we say commitment?
It’s time to shake things up. You can only get so far thinking about things, twiddling your thumbs; moving your legs as if waddling through mud.
My trusty intuition (seriously, it’s extremely trusty!) is telling my next “day job” will not come from any fuddle dud traditional sources. I’ll meet someone when I am out for vino (perhaps downtown, tonight?). I’ll run into someone who needs help when I am grabbing my morning latte. I’ll hear of something from a friend…or a friend of a friend. Well, you know how that goes.
Something is culminating and I can’t quite pick up the pulse on what it is just yet. Is it my foodie Web site? (yet to debut, working on that). My tweet-tweet-tweeting? The late night shared recipes with the chef from the bar I went to last Friday? The fact that I met the most adorable golden retriever and its owner needs a walker? The energy from many fabulous friends who are starting to branch off on their own?
I am not sure. But I think I need to order myself some calling cards.
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