I have decided to participate in a networking event. I’m going to a “Chicks Networking” get together this evening with a friend I used to work with at Zany Brainy. She, Sabrina, just opened her own bridal salon where she sells secondhand bridal gowns for half the price on a consignment basis. Vera Wangs, Amsales, all the way down to David’s Bridals. It’s a great idea and a great little store and I think she could do brilliantly with it. She found out about this networking night a few weeks ago and invited a bunch of us. I’m the only one that responded, so it’s just me and her and an unknown number of unknown women from the Philadelphia area who want to network with each other over drinks and eats. I don’t know what to expect. I almost declined the invite–for fear of the unknown–and tried really hard to come up with a creative excuse as to why it would not do me any good to go. My excuses just weren’t creative enough and strangely enough nothing else came up. So I’ve got a fistfull of business cards and bookmarks with my digits on them, hoping that maybe something good will come of it. If there are a bunch of women like Sabrina–smart, entrepreneurial businesswomen–then maybe I could come back with a fistfull of business cards from potential new clients. Clients that could, perhaps, maybe, give me jobs that would pay money enough to build a little nest egg to crack open when that one, fateful day comes… maybe sooner than later… that I can start my dream career. Whatever that dream may be (it seems to morph a little from day to day, but it always has to do with working from home).
Last night I had a dream about these herons that I see in the summer at my in-law’s shore house. I haven’t seen them yet this year but hope to soon. I have a rough draft of a storybook written about them that I’ve been sitting on and incubating. The night before that I had a dream about a story I was asked to illustrate about a house, and in my dream I built a model of this house and painted little shutters on it. But I kept running out of paint and I couldn’t finish it, and I was going to be graded on it for an illustration class. Then I paged through the book and realized that I didn’t illustrate it at all; an ex-friend of mine had already done it.
What will I dream tonight?
