I guess I'll just blog once a month, whether I need to or not.
All right, no more promises. But today, here I am. I'm working, on a Sunday. When you work for yourself, have your own business, it's 24/7, really. I'm starting to dream of ways in which I could start having a life, but, well, as often as I get to blog, that should give you an idea of how much free time I've got.
Ah, no, that's not true. I play plenty of Spider Solitaire instead of blogging. I take plenty of naps instead of blogging. I watch DVDs instead of blogging. Occasionally, I even go out to eat with friends instead of blogging. Last night, I went to a friend's house and helped her pack for her move today instead of blogging.
I make lots of choices every day. Really, every hour and every minute. And every time, I could choose blogging. Or writing. And except for these relatively few occasions lately, I choose neither. I really ought to take a look at that. Y'know, someday.
I had an interesting dream last night. I walked into what was either a movie set and/or a large restaurant, with booths on the right and longer tables in the middle (I mean, it could have been a movie set of a restaurant) and all the seats were filled. And I was there for a reading of either a play or a movie, but the more the dream went on, it was more a movie than a play. And when I came in, it seemed that everyone was waiting for me to get there before they could start.
And there were four people in the booth immediately to the right when I walked in. I remember recognizing three of them but not being able to remember their names, but the fourth one, who was initially hidden behind one of the others, was John. It was his younger face, the way I like to remember him. And he was smiling at me, broadly, big, big smile. Somehow I got distracted into dealing with my reason for being there. And now I can't remember much, or even any, of the rest of the dream, except when I woke up, it struck me as funny, because I realized that the reason they'd all been waiting for me was that I was the director. Of course, John was a director and, if he was there, that should have been his role.
I still have no idea what John's being there means, but now I'm thinking that the directing part with all those people there has at least something to do with all the people I now direct in real life as part of my business. I've got 8 or 9 people working with me these days (the Sharks!) and they're quite a handful. I'm certainly happy that my business actually requires so many people--well, wait, no, not really. I need that many because I can't afford to hire anyone full-time, in which case I'd probably only need one or two, maybe a third part-time. I'm starting to look at myself differently--I've got a real business here, finally. The work doesn't seem to abate (though we'll see what the summer brings--but last summer, I was SWAMPED) and that's terrific.
I need a real business plan for the business I've already got as well as the business I'm about to/sort of have already started (two existing clients needed work done, it made sense to start it up for them). Sigh. Soon.
Okay, that's enough dawdling, I've got a job to finish. It's the last push, and then I can watch a DVD. West Wing, here I come!
