I'm usually a Steady Freddie.
I know who I am and what I want and how to get it.
I have both feet on terra firma and my head is never anywhere near the clouds.
Then I got into the Interactive Media business.
In my last job, I was Vice President of Public Affairs for a new company that was supposed to be providing kiosks containing information that helped kids get into college.
I was well paid and my office was in a 5-star professional building with all the amenities. I wore fancy suits, make-up and earrings to work every day. I even carried a briefcase, with actual work in it.
The idea was magnificent and well received by educators everywhere.
The only fly in the ointment was, the CEO, COO and VP of Finance all were incompetent, greedy, sniveling liars who basically pissed away, absconded with or otherwise squandered almost a million dollars in investor funds.
The entire professional staff quit three weeks after they stopped paying us.
I haven't drawn a paycheck since January 15.
A normal person would just pick them self up, dust them self off, file for unemployment, then find a new job elsewhere.
But I never claimed to be normal.
Now I find myself working as a Managing Partner/Co-founder of a new Interactive Media business.
Sounds good, huh?
Trouble is, I don't know nuthin' 'bout birthin' no new companies.
My partners do, but I don't.
So, Steady Freddie is now Dready Betty.
The Universe has gifted me with Achilles' tendinitis in both ankles as a symbol that I'm afraid to move forward.
I know what needs to be done, but I needed to write this to get it out of my head so I can face the music, bite the bullet, get off the stick, get the lead out, rev up my engine, get a move on, and hit the ground running.
Ahh.
Much better.
Gotta go now, I have work to do.
Wish me a safe and painless labor. This fuckin' baby is gonna be huge.
