What Happens When You Let Go

It's amazing, really. The very next day after I decided to adopt this new philosophy of letting the good shit just happen, it did.

A website start-up in Oakland offered me a contract to help them develop content for online shopping sites. It sounded like fun, but the pay would not even cover my rent. Still, it was something. Then a publishing company in SF wanted to meet with me--but it was to run their new retail bookstore in Union Square. Ugh, retail. But again, at least it was something, and in the book realm. I also got some interest from a leather fetish shop in the Castro. Yeah... now we're talking!

And then I saw an ad on one of the many journalism job sites I've been scoping on a daily basis, for a key features reporter--in Palm Springs. Hmm. Palm Springs. Where my parents live. The desert that has held so many memories for me, land of my high school and abandoned nudist colony parties. The place that I drove so speedily away from after junior college. And also the place, upon visiting as an adult, that is making me feel so cozy again when I need it most.

What the hell, I thought. I'll send in my resume, like I've done a million times before in SF. Except this time, they called me within a couple hours.