I’m supposed to be working on The Business Plan right now,
but I’ve been working on it all day and think for my general mental health that
I should take a break and write a blog about it instead. Well, it and what else
is going on in my life and see if anyone can relate.
As an update from my last post, I have not talked to my
brother directly about the coffee house because a) I’m yellow as a chicken, and
b) I’ve taken the safer and, I’ve convinced myself, more effective route of
short, direct questions. Example: What have you done today? Is the menu done?
Why not? I follow this up with the list of things I have been working
on/accomplished. It seems to be working. He’s done a bunch more research of his
own volition and done pricing and we have a sandwich menu! And he finished the
advertising and marketing plan. I'll post our entire menu once I've finished the soup/salad portion (now whose butt isn't in gear?).
Of course, he’s also understandably disgruntled (one might
even guess as disgruntled as he would be if I would just man up and have the
dream/momentum/feelings conversation with him) every time I use this new tactic
on him. But all I care about is results. Who cares if I’m creating an unhealthy
pattern of interaction for the future business partnership? Right.
Since I’m practically out of money, I’ve been concentrating
all my efforts into finalizing the business plan—the one thing that doesn’t
earn me any money. It’s an investment in a future job that might not ever
materialize. Right. My logic is that if I can just get that pretty much done,
then I can go get a job(s) and when/if we finally do find a location, it’s
ready to go and I don’t have to stress about it while I’m working full time.
We go on a walkthrough of a location in the Plaza tomorrow.
I’m pretty excited to see inside the building and hear what an
architect/contractor has to say about the space. I’m a visual person, and
seeing a location where I can visualize the coffee shop will go a long way
toward curbing my anxiety and hopefully revitalizing my enthusiasm.
In other news,
>I have visited a church twice and managed to talk to
only one person total (the pastor made a beeline for me upon my second visit)
>I went with an acquaintance who I hope will become a
friend to an unexpectedly awesome (I expected good) show in Norman (The Wurly
Birds and Deer People)
>I made some pretty cool animal broaches
>I finished Will
Grayson Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan and began Anna Karenina by Tolstoy
>Grant convinced me to join D&D (I’m a fox Hengeyokai
rogue [scoundrel version]) (i.e., nerd badass)
>I volunteered at the Plaza Festival, which was
practically rained out but not a total bust because, boy, did I meet a
character!
James Robinson is the character of which I speak, and once I
have a moment to sit down and really write
(as opposed to blog), y’all are going
to hear all about him. He’s going to end up in my gypsy books. He has to. His
long, pointed fingernails and beard balls demand it.
Until then, fill me in what weird hobbies/adventures you’ve
been getting tangled up in! Normal ’s
for the birds.
