Here's how it went down:
Ran into an old friend/band mate on a Sunday.
He invited me to an open house for this new vocal studio/bar/musicians movement he is spearheading in Hollywood Monday evening.
Monday evening, I go with husband in tow.
We meet said vocal coach and are on our merry way.
Meeting with old friend/band mate takes place a few days later regarding the details of all the new happenings.
Meeting is then scheduled with old friend/band mate's vocal coach partner friend for the following week to talk about a joint branding seminar for musicians.
Meeting with vocal coach partner friend goes well.
First meeting with vocal student is set for tomorrow.
Uh.
What just happened?
This abrupt turn down the path of never-in-my-wildest-dreams has led me to freak out a bit. I wouldn't say more than usual, but it definitely funnels my paranoia into a specific area of my life for the time being.
I mean, it can't be this perfect can it? Isn't there a point where things are just too good to be true and the floor falls out from under your feet without so much as a warning?
A good friend of mine asked if I watched for falling anvils when I walked outside. My response, "No, not anvils ... pianos. Grand pianos. You can never be too prepared."
Of course I'm secretly hoping all this is happening because I've worked hard for it and have carved a nice little niche for myself based on deeply rooted passions. But I can't help feeling a bit unnerved (and tremendously guilty) that my career is creating itself before I even got the chance to develop a marketing campaign. Even worse ... had I planned this for myself, I most-likely wouldn't have taken it in this direction because I would have thought it impossible.
Here's to hanging on for dear life and giving myself permission to enjoy the ride every-once-in-a-while. (I'll let you know how the latter part goes shortly ...)
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