past future sense

Since joining the public relations world and no longer (at the moment anyway) acting as a journalist, I've noticed that I'm not the only one with a shy streak handing publicity for an organization. In fact, most of the PR professionals I encounter, and the ones I seem to like the most, are as equally introverted as extroverted.
Motto: "Think Before You Speak"
Oh, the business ideas you can come up with before sunrise.

So I've been up for 5 hours this morning and it's not even 9 a.m. Thankfully I'm off work for the rest of the day. Back to bed? Nah.
Carpe Diem!

OH! Excuse this girly, superficial moment:
My mom called after watching this clip and said her co-workers wanted to know 1) how I got my hair so shiny and 2) where I got my shoes..?

1) Thanks ladies! My hair looks a hot mess most of the time because I hate fooling with it, so I'll take the compliment. I use Bedhead Control Freak (how apropos) Shampoo and no conditioner because my scalp is naturally oily. Then I spray while damp with White Sands Thermal Spray all over and blow dry in sections with a round brush on high with a concentrator attachment. Doesn't take more than a few minutes or I wouldn't do it. Both of these products were recommended to me by my fabulous friend and hairdresser Jennifer Coghlan of Coghlan's in Laurel, Miss.

I have to document this moment. Physically, it's hellaciously hot July in South Mississippi. Metaphysically, it's a summer of massive change. Like finding myself back in a cocoon, when I didn't know I wasn't already a butterfly. Apparently I am overdue for new wings.
In light of all the change, I've been playing a lot this summer, maybe more than in the last few years combined. It has been clutch to lean on my oldest most trusted girlfriends and to rebuild a new circle too. If not for all these strong, passionate women in my life, starting with my incredible momma, I might have just settled for a summer slump. Instead, we've all been making infamous memories and writing chapters of our best seller.

With all the action, I've been more than a little distracted from my original vision for this summer, which was to take on the project that I was meant to tackle while living in Hattiesburg. And by meant to, I mean God tattooed it on my spine. If I've learned anything this summer, it's not to count your chickens early--a valuable lesson for a chronic planner like me. But if you're in my circle, you know what's been simmering at the back of my mind since last year, and thanks to you, I'm about to crank it to a boil. It's true, you can't stand and stare at the water waiting for the first sign of a bubble. You have to walk away from it, and by the time you've started to forget your hunger, you'll hear the splatter of hot water hitting the stovetop. And by then, you can't ignore it.

This is that moment, the first splash that sends you running, and instantly reminds you of your gameplan that probably needs tweaking. It's urgent and panicked. And then all your experiences that have shaped you for this moment start to kick in and before you know it, you're cooking like the pro you were meant to be. It's not even about the meal anymore.

All this to say, it's finally going to happen and I'm not giving myself a way out. But since a credits page won't be in order yet, I want to pay tribute to all the folks who have pushed, pulled and held me up the last 3 months, some much much longer.

Thelma Lee, my rock, my angel and the woman I hope to be one day. Thank God we share blood
My girls Rosie & Courtney, who keep it moving and never once judged my tears
Brook, my favorite bedmate who is learning all these lessons with me
Adam & Jenn, who are never afraid to call me out but always have my back
Robyn & Jhoesel, my north and my south who always pick up the phone
Steph, my voice of sharp reason
April, my oldest bestie who knows me at best and worst and loves me anyway

If I could bottle you all and keep you around my neck I would. Thanks for hanging around.
The best is yet to come

I've been dark from this blog for what, a month and a half?
Well a lot has happened. Past is past, but here's the future:
- Expanding real estate presence
- Hosting a couple small business workshops for HHDA  (my day job) 
- Learning Spanish
- Going back to school in the fall to prepare for starting MBA program next spring
- Still not over the possibility of starting the magazine
- Working on a book, finally! 

I say possibility re: the magazine because I know exactly how much work it is and I'm terrified. Reality is, I know this is going to happen. It's in my blood and I can't stop myself if I tried.