That’s what this woman said to me tonight when I slipped my car into a coveted spot on Telegraph Hill (she and two respectable gents were saying goodnight after a dinner party or something at 10pm).
Earlier, I had left a prized spot for a Trader Joe’s outing for lunch, only to find the very same spot was still available — a MIRACLE.
Then at 4:30, I felt that Belle and I needed a beach walk so we departed our prime spot. The beach walk was amazing — I walked barefoot and let my ankles get wet because my friend Dan’s crackpot muse has said it is vital we connect our feet to the earth every day — but when we returned home, it was the most challenging parking I’d ever experienced. SERIOUSLY. Circling around forever without a spot in sight, until I opted for one I’d have to forfeit at 7:30 am or be towed (for like $600).
But at 10:30 pm tonight I felt an impulse and raced Belle outside and sure enough, we found a lucky, perfect, amazing spot — and even a stranger to acknowledge and compliment our luck.
I have been feeling lucky all day which is a huge breakthrough in that finances are at a low ebb. Both my private clients have been struck by the Spanish Flu (well, not exactly — but that’s what happened to everyone at Downton Abbey in 1919 so I’m just trying to merge my worlds) and as soon as they’re recovered from their 2012 flues I’ll be flush.
But today, I had to break my lucky $100 bill that I always carry with me — it’s something I read in a book year ago that works about always having a large bill on you so that you subconsciously always know you’re never out of cash. And yet I broke it with total joy, somehow knowing all would be well, in fact, is well. Thank you lucky $100 for my Trader Joe’s salad and a delicious caramel chocolate bar.
If you’ve been reading the blog you’ll know I’m passionate about making phone calls these days, and I fulfilled my vow today, calling old clients and old friends alike. These have ranged from the sublime to the hilarious. [One old client who was delighted to hear from me actually said that he never checks his email and yet he’s actively (read “urgently”) looking for work so … uh …. what do you say to that?]
I think I had four (maybe five) marketing meetings on the phone which ranged from pleasant to the totally inspiring.
I love the days where you’ve generated so much that you can’t quite remember it all and therefore there’s no weight on any of it; you’re not waiting by the phone on a dateless Saturday night, but instead merely delighted when good news simply rolls in. It’s like THE RULES — except for career success — where you’ve truly positioned yourself as “hard to get” and therefore that much more appealing (oh Patti Stanger, you would be doubly proud.)
Here’s a discrete, condensed story as well: someone offered to introduce me to a business someone who turned out to be ridiculously unreachable. This offended me for an hour or two. Then I realized I’d already met them six months ago and chatted at length and thought they were merely OK and hadn’t really felt inspired to connect further. But for a few hours I was chasing after something I thought I wanted/needed and offended when I couldn’t get it, when in fact I’d already declined the possibility of going further after an actual encounter. Hilarious…
Aren’t I lucky?
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This is what happens when you have to go to Trader Joe’s for every meal, as if it’s a restaurant and not a grocery store.
Well, we don’t actually eat there, Dan! I guess I’ve simply gotten into a “buy the food on the same day you’re going to eat it” mentality since it’s so easy to stop by + I have a tiny fridge and shelf situation in the cottage. It would be bad if there were a sudden ice storm in San Francisco, but otherwise it keeps my food very fresh + gets us out into the world — people need to see us, so it’s like a public service.