I had a pretty good day. Sales were ... ok.
I sold a painting.
And people seemed to like my iPhone cases.
Nobody actually bought one, but, hey, what the hell, I'm still hopeful!
One thing stood out in my mind, though, about today at the market. I'm still smiling about it even now!
Jutta, an old and dear friend of mine, came to see me and confessed that she had, without my knowledge or consent, entered me to be one of four artists in residence at the 2015 Pan America Games. I laughed, shook my head in wonder, and thanked her for thinking of me.
Some people, I'm sure, would have gotten upset that Jutta had been so presumptuous as to do this type of thing without first getting consent. However, I've had similar experiences before, and my attitude has been one of amused disbelief, and then I get an overwhelming sense of adventure well up inside of me. Where will this situation take me?
(However, people, as you read this entry don't suppose that this is an open invitation to book me on a one-way trip to the North Pole, or set me up on a romantic date with Rob Ford. My sense of adventure does have its limits!)
One time, I didn't go to a Speaking Differently meeting, and the next day I got a call saying that I'd been elected president. I remained in that position for six years and never regretted my decision to say Sure, why not, instead of No! Are you nuts?! I don't know anything about running an organization! Go ask someone else
I'm not sure what will happen (if anything) with the Pan America artist residency, but it's exciting to think about, and whatever happens I'm sure I'll be able to deal with it.