I faked it yesterday. I made it.
To help, before work I walked up Market Street past scores of junkies and homeless people to the Walgreen's. I thought, a little mascara might help. The familiar Walgreen's layout was soothing and my eye was immediately caught by a rack of bling. "New earrings will really help me fake it," I thought, and found a pair of silver hoops for $5.99. I also thought, "They really know their product placement." In fact, I felt stronger with the earrings, plus my new longer, thicker eyelashes.
The earrings and eyelashes helped me stay focused all day. There were meetings. I contributed. I left my self-doubt here, where I now sit. I asserted and opined. I congratulated. I solved problems and aspired.
I made a personal goal for the day: to laugh. As if she knew, my colleague sent me this link.
The day built to a set of highlights that my morning could never have predicted. Sitting around a vast table in a penthouse conference room. Six of us. We talked about lofty ideas. The democratization of media. Putting new storytelling tools in the hands of millions. We identified ways to work together toward shared goals.
Then we all went to a dive bar and drank, partly in celebration of our meeting, partly to get to know each other. The more we got to know (and drank) the more kindred we felt. I stuck to one Fat Tire, but everyone else had cocktails.
I left early to drive over the mountain to Bolinas for the season kick-off holiday party. My Bo colleagues were so welcoming. Conversations spanned from living in Chiapas to the male brain to the killer instinct.
On the way home I automatically turned right instead of left and drove downtown. As if I were going home. I got choked up seeing my beautiful house on Brighton. I was afraid it would look neglected and sad. But it didn't. It looked cared for and lovely. It's just waiting patiently.
To help, before work I walked up Market Street past scores of junkies and homeless people to the Walgreen's. I thought, a little mascara might help. The familiar Walgreen's layout was soothing and my eye was immediately caught by a rack of bling. "New earrings will really help me fake it," I thought, and found a pair of silver hoops for $5.99. I also thought, "They really know their product placement." In fact, I felt stronger with the earrings, plus my new longer, thicker eyelashes.
The earrings and eyelashes helped me stay focused all day. There were meetings. I contributed. I left my self-doubt here, where I now sit. I asserted and opined. I congratulated. I solved problems and aspired.
I made a personal goal for the day: to laugh. As if she knew, my colleague sent me this link.
The day built to a set of highlights that my morning could never have predicted. Sitting around a vast table in a penthouse conference room. Six of us. We talked about lofty ideas. The democratization of media. Putting new storytelling tools in the hands of millions. We identified ways to work together toward shared goals.
Then we all went to a dive bar and drank, partly in celebration of our meeting, partly to get to know each other. The more we got to know (and drank) the more kindred we felt. I stuck to one Fat Tire, but everyone else had cocktails.
I left early to drive over the mountain to Bolinas for the season kick-off holiday party. My Bo colleagues were so welcoming. Conversations spanned from living in Chiapas to the male brain to the killer instinct.
On the way home I automatically turned right instead of left and drove downtown. As if I were going home. I got choked up seeing my beautiful house on Brighton. I was afraid it would look neglected and sad. But it didn't. It looked cared for and lovely. It's just waiting patiently.
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