I promised my mother one blog post a week because that's the only way I would actually blog. I’ll break a promise to myself in less time than it takes a two year old to meltdown in the checkout line at Whole Foods on a food holiday weekend when The Word "no" has been uttered, but I try really hard not to break the promises I make to my mother. Unfortunately I have no deep, meaningful or lovely thing to wax poetic about and that has created a lot of pressure in my brain.
Evidently this is something I have needed to create quite often in my life. By way of example, my first career choice: Oracle database administrator and linux sysadm. If you don’t know what that is, you may now have a seat with all the other sensible people. Point is, I made a rather major career decision because I once saw a movie with Harrison Ford in it where a small(time/town) girl gets the corner office and the Harrison Ford. As I’ve said, 17. Boy. Crazy. Sadly, I am not corner office material and I can promise you, those views do not come with the Harrison Ford. I’m more hacienda courtyard material. This bit of honest self examination puts me in the midst a work week afternoon where Henry Belafonte is singing Jump The Line while I design jewelry instead of completing the enrollment process for a computer class. I would detail so as to impress and enlighten you, but then we'd all have to leave the sensible table. And now that I’ve met my self imposed deadline and typed enough words to satisfy the visual space for a post, I can go back to the very ordinary love of pencil to paper and stone to silver. I told you there were a few things you needed to see. This video is one of them.
I also told you not to tell your friends.
Tracy in Newport Beach
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