Gosh. Such a big week it was for me. Lots of shape-shifting and tears actually. Laughter, too. Because ultimately my life is a happy one and there were some REALLY funny moments this week. Like the one when my 7 and 9 year-old girls were surmising about how babies get made and my 7-year-old said: Hmmmm...I know it has something to do with the nuts. Smart girl, that one!
Oh my. My whole family laughed for days about that. Still laughing, actually. The innocence of children. And the flat out hilarity of their guesses of what exactly this life is! So sweet.
Basically this last week was one punch in the stomach after the other. People saying they would do things and not doing them, business ideas failing, the word: NO.
This shit had me bottoming out and crying and my husband asking me: WHY do you expect people to do what they say they will do?? And my response: BECAUSE THEY SAID THEY WOULD DO IT! Seems simple enough. But no. And so I try to grow a thicker skin. And I do grow it. And I have grown it. (But not too thick, I don't want to be that person.)
Even my dad gave me a long beautiful speech this week. Essentially: Kid, brush off the dust and get back out there! Don't be a wuss!
Yes. And other business ideas concerning my music flurry and surface. Always ideas. Always someone to say why it won't work. Sometimes they are right. And sometimes...sometimes...maybe they are not. And I will be the one to see. As my older girl said: "And you can fart in their face when it turns out they are WRONG and you are right." This is a good, strong idea. I like how these kids think.
One success did surface. A boutique music licensing company took me under their wing. I will not fart in their face.
Oh, I'm making myself laugh here this morning and that is good. It is Monday. And I'm brushing off the dust.