In other words, Match Made? Meet Heaven.
Back in the olden days when I worked in corporate America, I did surprisingly well for an introvert in a professional setting. I was pleasant. Appropriately humorous. I got my work done. People seemed to like me enough to throw me a baby shower. Twice.
And even though last week you could have heard me screaming from all the way from Minneapolis when I found out that I grossly underpaid my income tax estimates in 2015, the life of self-employment suits me on so many levels.
I work better when it’s quiet.
I take breaks to do laundry and to set the timer on my crock pot.
And I keep the bras hanging on a hook in my closet where they belong.
But on Friday night, Dan invited me to meet him after his school day ended at one of his favorite study haunts, a little St. Paul coffeeshop/wine bar called Groundswell.
“Should I bring my laptop?” I asked. To which he replied, “Hells yeah!”
So I did. But then it didn’t take long for the wine and cheese plate to show up.
My point, and I do have one, is that it’s good to get out into the world and I tend to forget this. Sometimes writing a blog post with a belly full of artisan meats and cheeses is exactly what your business needs.
The wine in the mason jars? Maybe not as needed, but what the hell. There’s no law that says hipster ends after 50. Am I right?
And what the hell, it gave me this blog post. One down. So very many to go.