Few times I've been 'round that track so it's not just gonna happen like that

The last three days have been absolutely nuts. Once I'm done with this, a well-deserved passing-out is in order, so bear with me on sentence structure.

Twice in the past two days someone has called me pretty. And while I have learned how to take a compliment (Say "Thank you", smile and nod, try not to argue with them or suggest an eye exam), this floors me. Say what you will, but in my mind, I will always be the five-year-old tomboy with boys for friends and two long braids. Cute, sure. Pretty? Pretty will have to grow on me.

I attended a women's networking lunch today in an attempt to hand out resumes. Self-promotion is not my strong suit- I prefer to grow on people like a friendly fungus. But I went, schmoozed, threw resumes around, pretended there was a remote chance I would remember any names for more than 2 minutes and then something amazing happened:

I heard my burning bush.

The speaker talked about inventions, about developing big ideas and bringing them into fruition. Not four years ago I was talking about a patent. I was writing a business plan. I was thinking my big ideas. And there I was at a random event with random people being hit over the head with a clear sign.

Not random at all.

Meditate on this I shall.