I don't really believe in luck. Not luck that can become bad because of the number on a calendar or when you say it's nice it's not raining and someone tells you not to say that because then it will start raining. I don't believe I'm that powerful. I do, however believe in the power of positive thinking and visualizing what you want or need and believing it can be achieved. I believe someone recently tried to capitalize on this idea by releasing dvd's and books called "The Secret". Now, even though I think I already knew how to do it, I call it "secreting", it's really just hoping and wishing and knowing that it could come true. That's how I feel about our move and the new house. Now I'm secreting a solution to our issue of having to rent out the basement suite and making that all work out. And the money, I'm hoping that works too but I believe it can and I am opening up my mind and wallet to any money that's coming my way. Now would be a good time... Any time now would be good...just come on down. I really do think it will all work out.
Yesterday I was in a meeting with Lorna looking at a leather purse line for next season. I was sitting on an office type chair with wheels and reached down to grab my purse that was a few feet away from where I was sitting. Do you know what happened next?? Yup, the chair rolled out from under me and I was deposited firmly on my ass. Our host was mortified, she felt terrible, the young apprentice student who was sitting in on the meeting also looked horrified, Lorna didn't even laugh. They were all worried about weather or not I was hurt and if I was okay. So I said, " You can laugh!" but they didn't. I wasn't hurt so I got back in my chair and the meeting continued. After the meeting Lorna and I went to use the bathroom and that's when we started to laugh and laugh. I have a bad habit of doing strange things in business meetings (mostly in bank meetings, like stealing office supplies when no one's looking or the one time I involuntarily made a fart noise with my mouth and then said to the banker that it was "just my mouth", who does shit like that?) so she was wondering what I would do at our next scheduled meeting at a business enterprise association. I managed to behave myself.
I have a gig tonight with Boomchix, it's right across the street from our place. I will miss the convenience of this apartment but I am ready to go. It'll feel great to Rock Out tonight.
Wish me luck! Or whatever...