They feel like the end.
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You get turned down for that job about which you’ve been fantasizing.

Your prospective client passes on your lovingly-crafted proposal.
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Your boss doesn’t comprehend the brilliance of your cool, new idea.

Another beautiful bubble of possibility, popped by the cruel pin of disappointment.  Ouch.  Crap.  Oh well.  So it goes, you say.   Just like our friend Taylor, you shake it off.  Clearly, it was not meant to be.  Onward and upward and all of that.  But what if it isn’t the end? 
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So, once upon a time, a looooooong time ago, I started a theatre company with my best friend. A children’s theatre company.  We had big dreams about creating magic and possibilities in kids’ lives, and a budget that was barely enough to buy a cup of coffee. Paying the royalty fees for a play would have eaten up almost all of it, so I decided to write the play myself. ​

I needed to cheer myself up. Hope it does the trick for you too! Happy Friday (or any day). I insist!

​So, think back to yesterday.  You and I, we were both living then (one of the many qualities we share – more on that later).  Anyway, yesterday when we did the thing we loved (I sure did, and I surely hope you did – cause we’re alike you and I – it’s a theme in this blog – keep with me), we also did our very best to do it well.  And we probably did do it well.  At least some of it.  And that’s good – yay us!

A little musical production to lift your spirits! Happy Friday (or any day, for that matter)! I lllllllllllove ya!

I hate making mistakes.  Hate it. Hate. It.  My cheeks flush.  My stomach twists. And I suddenly feel the metaphorical equivalent of the butt ripping out of my pants during a board presentation.