My Scarlett Syndrome

Ok, so you know how Scarlett O'Hara kept her head in the sand in Gone With The Wind? Well, apparently so do I.

Scarlett is stubborn, determined, strong and obsessed with Ashley Wilkes. Everyone watching the movie knows what she doesn't: that her soulmate is Rhett Butler. Biznatch won't let it go until the last 15 minutes of the movie when she finally catches up to everyone else.

I went to the psychic and she told me "You're a writer." My first reaction was "No, I write well but I'm not a writer."

Then it kinda hit me...this is far from the first time that someone has told me I'm a writer. When childhood friends would hear that I worked in an ad agency, they ask, "How is copywriting?" And so on, etc. Hell, I'm a blogger.

So, maybe I've kept my head in the sand all along. Is writing my Rhett Butler? Excuse me while I wipe the sand from my eyes.

Endorphins: Chicken Soup for the Psyche

The key to keeping your spirits up during funemployment is exercise. There are healthy reasons (of course) but it is also a lot cheaper than booze and seeing a shrink for anti-depressant scripts. Plus, there is a byproduct of looking good. It's called feeling good.

I had put on weight while working at my insane former job. So this is my shot to get in shape. I didn't expect exercise to be such an important part of keeping (getting?) sane. Any latent anger or frustration is released by running, spinning, hiking, boxing. You get the idea.

Not only am I super smiley, but my skin has a radiance that it hasn't had in a while and my clothes fit better than ever. I think I'm addicted to endorphins. Who knew? Exercise exorcises the demons. And the fat!

My Dharma Initiative

So what do I do all day? Not quite GTL although I do workout. Skip the tanning (no aging!) and depending on the day, definitely laundry. Be social. Think about what's next. What is my dharma/path?

For the first time in a long time, my synapses are firing. I'm feeling inspired, hopeful. I'm ready for a challenge. Riding this entrepreneurial spirit, here's my list:

--Blogger: check!
--Paparazzo: Seeing celebs in LA is like seeing kids in the suburbs. I'll start carrying my camera...
--eBay: sell my stuff, sell my super busy friends' stuff (for a cut of course), go to tag & estate sales to find stuff to sell...
--Dogs: I love 'em and they need to be walked.
--Resumes: keep sending them out into the deep abyss of HR departments.

Well, that's the list so far. I'm going to a psychic soon so we'll see if she sheds any light. 'Cause much like a character on Lost, I'm confused. Suggestions welcome!