"The One" Who Makes A Difference

Hello Everyone:

I was checking the page view count this morning and I seem to be blowing up all over the place.  Wow.  This is so mind numbing.  I can't believe that this is happening.  This wonderful turn of blogger events is coupled with a work related ray of hope.  I was recently contacted by a USC planning doctoral candidate about working on blog project.  The subject of the project has something to do with adaptive planning.  I'm setting up a meeting with the person in charge to scope out the nature of the work, i.e. duration and scale.  It sounds promising and I already texted her to set up a day and time. So we'll what comes out of it.  One thing that floored me already was a request for my rates.  Since I've never charged for writing, research or content editing I was at a loss over what to respond. Fortunately, Google came to the rescue and provided me with links to the information.  Wow, someone wants to pay me for my writing, a dream come true, maybe.  Keep good thoughts for me.

I'm trying not so get too optimistic because I've worked with people before on things that didn't really pan out.  My optimism reserve is on empty.  It's really hard to get excited about anything when you've been beaten down a lot.  I get more rejection letters than invitations to interviews.  I keep telling myself that it only takes one person to tap you on the shoulder.  Could this doctoral candidate be the one?  Maybe?  It's like finding the right person to spend the rest of your life with.  It only takes one person to walk into life your life and make a difference.  Could this doctoral candidate make the difference in my professional life?  It's a little scary to think about the prospect of a person coming into your life and making a difference when there have been so many false starts prior to that one person. You learn not to put your faith or trust in another person.  You've been hurt too many times.  You just want to hunker down and shut the world out.  I know it's not healthy to live in isolation, although this digital day and age make it easy to be a hermit.  It's risky to allow people into your life.  The trick is to choose the right people.  That's fraught with risk.  In the meantime, all I can do is meet with this person and find out what she wants.  If it sounds promising enough, then I'll be a working girl.  It would sure beat sitting on my behind all day moaning about the state of my existance.