Homeruns and Hard Work

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not good at phone calls.  I’m not discriminatory – this dislike at telephones extends from family to friends to work to cold calling.  And forget the kind of anxiety I feel when a boy feels the need to have a phone date.  There may or may not be scripts scattered on my desktop.  You can make fun of me.  I can take it!

So, when it comes to finding myself some new clients, email is the way I go.  I can present myself in the best light when I can write my thoughts down, instead of calling and feeling the pressure to present myself before they hang up.  I mean, yikes.

The point of all this is that I would like to celebrate tonight.  I’ve been emailing countless business people and realtors for 2 weeks straight, and it’s finally starting to pay off.  I have 5 meetings lined up this week and, in all honesty, I’m slightly astounded that this is all working.

Dream big, y’all.  Work hard.  Kick ass.  Take names.  You can have anything you want.  Living proof right here.

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Halfway Through January

Where has the time gone?  Just last night the ball dropped in Times Square; now here we are, halfway through January with a (tentative) spring on the horizon.

I’m still waiting for Snowpocalypse 2015.

With a new year comes new ideas and plans, so I’m getting back on the bandwagon of daily blogging.  Nothing to fancy, but I came up with the idea from one of my editing projects I’m working on.  Short snippets of daily life, so at the end of this year I can look back and see how my life has changed.  Not to mention, I’ve got family and friends all over – now, when we can’t talk for weeks on end, you’ll see what’s happening.  Useful, no?

Today brought cloudy skies and chilly temps, as well as a new schedule.  9-2 in the Virginia-Highland office, then home to conquer my editing, writing, and social media freelance projects.  Tonight, after work is done, I’ll visit the Majestic Diner with an old friend and discuss, amongst other things, all of the AMAZING concerts slated for the first half of the year.  I mean, come on:

Shut the front door.  I know how I’ll be spending my money.

In other news, I’m anxiously awaiting my new computer speakers from Amazon (I always mistype that as Amazing, which is pretty accurate, in all honesty).  In classic Laura fashion, I purchased some cute little ones that light up.

Blue, if you’re wondering.  LED.

I love ordering from Amazon…it’s like Christmas Eve every time, waiting breathlessly for a package that seems eternally Out for Delivery.  BRB, gotta check the front stoop.  Again.  However long it takes, I will never have anything but good words to say about Amazon.  I lurve them.

The sun is supposed to return tomorrow, so until then!

Moonlight Through the Pines

It’s a late hour, so please forgive the possible ramblings that might appear forthwith.

Let me begin by saying, I am a Southerner.  I was born here, raised here, and will, by the grace of God, die here.  My family has been Southern for 200-some odd years.  Hell, my ancestors founded one of the most Southern town in South Carolina.  I have roots here.  It’s in my blood.

Which makes working for a Yankee pretty damn hard.  We don’t see things the same way.  We don’t speak the same way.  We don’t communicate with people in the same way.  And lately, it’s been getting me down.  It’s trying.

However, this evening, while in the shower (where most pep talks seem to occur), it came to me.  I’m not leaving this job.  I’m sticking it out, no matter how much it makes me cry and how much wine I want to drink at the end of each day.  I will not quit.  I will not give up.  Does the magnolia break apart in the hurricane?  No…she stands tall, her branches strong and hard.  I can handle these two Yankees and their northern attitudes.  They’re on my turf.  And if I have to act like a crude, loud, and rude Yankee to stake my place in this company, so be it.  I will be northern during the day; I will drink Tennessee whiskey and let my accent come through at night.  I will sleep soundly, knowing I did everything I could do, and in the morning, I will get up and face the new day again.

The South might not rise again, but I certainly will.