Earlier this week, I was having a bad day - I woke up to an email from a potential client that I've been wooing for months trying to get their business (things had progressed so far that we'd already negotiated my fees and I'd sent him a full contract to have his legal counsel review) that basically said, "Thanks, but we've decided to go in another direction." This is about the 10th email like this that I've been in the past few months, but this one hit me pretty hard because I really thought it was in the bag.
Anyway, I was a little down during breakfast with my daughter, Joy, and she asked why I was sad (she's very good at picking up on emotions, even though she's only 2 1/2) and my mom, who was also there to babysit Joy that day told Joy that I was having a bad day.
|Card by Joy. (Stickers Provided by Grandma).|
Earlier this week at breakfast one morning, I showed her how we could make a flying saucer by turning one of her little plates upside down, and she thought that was super cool, so we've been playing that a lot lately as well.
I swear I'm not deliberately trying to turn her into a full-fledged geek like me.
Well... maybe a little bit.
Hanging: Home office (laptop)
Drinking: Tap water
Listening: "The Pan Piper" by Miles Davis, from "Sketches of Spain"