I'm pretty certain that the small audience I have is comprised of friends, colleagues and family, so I think it's safe to deviate from green or PR issues on occasion.
That said, I pulled an all-nighter last night. Not to research the holdup on widespread de-salinization in the U.S. amid growing drought (my next legit blog topic). Not to hammer out overdue content for my new site. Instead, I was a comrade to my 8-year old who was up all night with a stomache bug. If I could only rally for all nighters to get some of these marketing items out of the way...
Anyway, I'm not a very religious person, but I am a big-time believer in "karma." In fact, I'm pretty certain that a combination of good deeds, and having a hyper diligent guardian angel, has warded off a tad bit of bad luck on my end.
Last night, at about 3:30 a.m., brave Miss Molly, in the middle of round 4, looked to me in tears from our campout on the bathroom floor and asked "What did I do?..." as if she'd deserved this for some reason. And here's my confession: I did entertain, for a fleeting moment, an answer of "Well Molly, this is the big old karma bus rolling in. You see, since school's been out, you've lied about taking your sister's $20, ditched all requests to catch up on summer reading, started fights on a whim, and are down right no longer the sidekick I rely on to make my life easier."
Instead, as I held her hair back, I whispered, "I think you got a stomache bug sweetie. You'll feel better once it's all out of your system." Truth be told, I was also thinking "there goes $80 for camp tomorrow..." I put her back to sleep, started another load of laundry and went to bed as the sun came up. Maybe I'll tell her about karma when she feels better. There might even be a book.
Bet you're ready for lunch now, right?
That said, I pulled an all-nighter last night. Not to research the holdup on widespread de-salinization in the U.S. amid growing drought (my next legit blog topic). Not to hammer out overdue content for my new site. Instead, I was a comrade to my 8-year old who was up all night with a stomache bug. If I could only rally for all nighters to get some of these marketing items out of the way...
Anyway, I'm not a very religious person, but I am a big-time believer in "karma." In fact, I'm pretty certain that a combination of good deeds, and having a hyper diligent guardian angel, has warded off a tad bit of bad luck on my end.
Last night, at about 3:30 a.m., brave Miss Molly, in the middle of round 4, looked to me in tears from our campout on the bathroom floor and asked "What did I do?..." as if she'd deserved this for some reason. And here's my confession: I did entertain, for a fleeting moment, an answer of "Well Molly, this is the big old karma bus rolling in. You see, since school's been out, you've lied about taking your sister's $20, ditched all requests to catch up on summer reading, started fights on a whim, and are down right no longer the sidekick I rely on to make my life easier."
Instead, as I held her hair back, I whispered, "I think you got a stomache bug sweetie. You'll feel better once it's all out of your system." Truth be told, I was also thinking "there goes $80 for camp tomorrow..." I put her back to sleep, started another load of laundry and went to bed as the sun came up. Maybe I'll tell her about karma when she feels better. There might even be a book.
Bet you're ready for lunch now, right?
