I’m wiggling. This is not surprising.
I can wiggle anywhere. I can wiggle over there. I can wiggle in the park, even in the dark. I wiggle at my desk. I wiggle with the best.
Today the wiggles stem from outside forces though. I was a guest writer on J’s lovely blog (I’ve only written to everyone I know and even one I don’t know that popped up in my “to” line.)
I don’t know if it’s knowing my best bud believes in me and supports me like a bra does big bertha or if it’s the fact that I love to write. (Maybe all that and a bag of chips)
Today I wiggle because I’m on a happy high. It’s great and hopefully The Man won’t bring me down and I can wiggle all day err day…well at least until Friday afternoon when The Man’s Time is over.
This is especially a good day to wiggle because I’m also waiting. Waiting on what you ask?
Well, I’m waiting on THE CALL. This call could be my calling…It’s hopefully coming and it hopefully involves me hearing “Tish, I’ve looked at your headshots, heard what my friend has to say and I think I want to give you a chance in the film business. Can you play a seemingly small but substantial part in our next film?”
I wait for a week. Then I call back the friend of a friend (with a heart of gold) and follow up if I haven’t heard anything.
My wiggles make waiting fun. I can wait all day err day. Well…at least until Friday afternoon when The Man’s Time is over. : )
Oh happy day, give me my happy again, and again, and again…