It’s not often that I can, in good conscience, make a football joke…BUT…I feel like Tom Brady’s balls….uh…footballs. Deflated.
My super cool bootcamp in New York City was canceled a few weeks ago. The founder is simply too successful in her newest company and doesn’t have the time to devote to the camp currently. I’ve been trying to be optimistic about it and trying my best not to get too salty about it. But I have to admit….I’m salty. I think my lingering saltiness is because the annoying tidbits are still not tied up. I can’t quite wash my hands clean of this bad vibe until everything is resolved.
The main thing up in the air is money.
Ugh, the root of all evil. I shut down my fundraising page only to have the site send me all the money instead of refund back to individual donors. Not a huge deal. I’ve been waiting on this money for 3 weeks. I know it’s not lost and I know it’s all going to be just fine…but I want it to be over. I want to either find another class to take or to give all the money back. That’s it. It’s like laying on a bed with an annoying pea under the mattress that only I can feel. Wait, does that make me a princess?
I suppose it’s a sign from the great beyond that now is not the time. Maybe now is not the time for me to meet inspiring people and learn about entrepreneurship. Maybe I’m not meant to do this. Maybe I’m meant to do what I’m currently doing. Maybe I should stop changing my mind everyday?!? I just don’t know. My gut says otherwise.
Maybe…I should write silly little blogs everyday.