Feeling good



There’s nothing like a potential new client/job/project/assignment to get me sitting up and wagging my tale – and that is why I will never retire. I would desperately miss the rush.

No word on what the project is until my meeting on Friday. I will however, say that it’s a book and could be a ton of fun. Yeah, I know,l as if I didn’t have enough books on the go. Oh well, what’s one more, right?

But here’s what’s interesting. This person called me today and mentioned that she had read my blog. And it occurs to me that she may be reading it right now. In which case, “Hi!” (picture a wave of my hand a big grin.)

But really, interesting to consider who is reading this crap I spew out – cause I’ll tell you, there are times I really do feel like I am vomiting on the page. I dont’ hide anything – this is just me. And when I fee insecure or otherwise deranged, it tends to come out. This can feel scary. I was taught that when someone asks you, “How are you?”, you always say, “Fine.” Even if, at the time, there is a knife sticking out of your chest.

So – I was taught to present a bright smile to the world and keep the inner turmoil under wraps. Except this is a blog and a constant, “I’m fine thanks,” would get pretty boring. And what’s the point of a blog if now to spew? Oh – tell interesting stores and talking about events, you say? Gee, I hadn’t thought of that.

Maybe I’ll give it a try some day. In the meantime, excuse me when I occasionally have to stick my fingers down my throat.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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