Yesterday a friend of mine called me to ramble about some boy she likes. She went on and on and on for a good 10 minutes.
I'm really not a "phone" kind of girl. I'm just not. Especially after a long day at work. The last thing I want to hear is a female rambling and about some man. It's just not my cup of tea and most of my close friends know this and don't take it personally. This friend, however.... At the 11 minute-mark I say to her, "Sweets, I love you but I can't keep listening to this. My heart is heavy and full of ways of how I can help with this disaster that is in Haiti. So while you're freakin' out if this guy likes you or not, I hope that you know there are issues in the world that need your attention more than this guy."
And then I hung up. Was that rude? I'm sorry but I can't listen to one friend whine about a man one day when the next day I was listen to another friend cry about her family in Haiti. Some things are bigger than you. Ya know?
One night I had a dream. I dreamed Clumps of Mascara, LLC's first project. I wanted it to be some kind of "Help Haiti" mission. I woke up and put my dream into action. On Saturday, January 23rd from 10am-3pm at some chic lounge we are going to have a drive for toiletries. These toiletries will be sent to Haiti. I'm so excited about it. I have a friend drafting a flyer, I'm writing up my press release and letting the media know about it. This is what life is about.
I also dreamed that I go the job I am lounging for. No really, I DID! I dreamed I got a "Congratulations" email with instructions for my first piece.
Dreams to reality, dreams to reality...