Did my self-delusion waver when I was climbing up the ladder and onto the plexiglass platform in my evening dress and heels?
Or was it when I was playing the white grand piano on that plexiglass platform, suspended eight feet over the bar of a downtown Atlanta restaurant?
I think neither. I think that the entire time, I believed that the fact that I was making money playing music meant that my career was headed in the right direction.
Read MoreWhen I first started this blog, I did not allow myself to plan.
I knew that if I stopped to plan, I would psyche myself out. Instead, I just started writing.
There was something soothing about the fact that each thing I posted here was meant to be a discrete piece of writing, on one topic, with a beginning, middle, and end. I didn’t have to figure out how they all fit together.
Read MoreA friend of mine is starting a new business.
However, he’s a little self-conscious about calling it a business. That’s because it hasn’t made any money yet. But, strictly speaking, it’s not a hobby. The intention is not to just have fun. The intention is profit, eventually.
How do we bridge that gap? How do we launch the thing if we aren’t sure whether it is going to work?
Read MoreI've been very future-focused lately. Even more so than usual.
There are layers of reasons for that. I'm fasting during the day, and fasting is hard. It's tempting to think about how I'm going to feel when I get to eat dinner in a few hours.
I'm away from my husband and my home.
Read MoreEarly on in Peter Jackson's new Beatles movie, Get Back, there's a moment in which George Harrison is speaking earnestly to his fellow bandmates about his shortcomings as a guitarist and his desire for growth.
As a huge fan of the Beatles, it's illuminating to hear George talk about his skills and the way he sees himself in relation to other guitarists, like his friend Eric Clapton.
And it's heartbreaking to see how dismissive John and Paul are as George is speaking. Paul is practically yawning.
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