Finding an opportunity in last week's paper, I light out to spread the word on my availability. The conceit of a video resume in production, printed resumes updated and tailored to suit, schemes of future vagabonding underway, I realize the need to act. Do something today.
I see two options. One is to increase revenue. Hence the resume and video. Two is to cut overhead to the bone. Reduce, reuse and recycle, as they say. Which is like telling a starving man that he needs to diet.
None of this is going to happen without my willful intent of making it so. If it is to be - it is up to me. I must act in the direction of my goals.
Make more. Spend less. Or the best combination of that pair that I can colorfully assemble.
I get an e-mail from an old friend. She is in NY en route to Europe. She and her professorial husband are going to be traveling a lot next year, and would I be interested in acting as estate caretaker, including the 'little house' as quarters.
I see 'spend less' in glittering neon but more importantly I feel the beautiful energy that the little house brings to my soul upon every entry.
They are wonderful, generous, happy people. I like them a lot. They have been in my classes for over a decade.
I say it would be an honor to provide the service. I see the little house with its magnificent view of the water, surrounded by her harden, in the shadow of their exquisite, contemporarily rustic, Sunset magazine home.
I smile. I laugh. I give silent thanks.
Now, if the Museum calls to offer the marketing position, I'll go two-for-two today.
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