Kinahurra

In lieu of New Year's Resolutions, or a detailed, catalogued review of everything that went wrong/right in the past year, in 2009 I'm trying something novel. I am planning for 2009 to be a fan-freakin'-tastic year. (The Jewish grandmother in me worries that this is a kinahurra, but I'll spit over my shoulder and hope to be excused. )

To achieve this goal, I'm borrowing a little trick that I've used in my professional life for years, with great success. This trick is called 'faking it', and it goes a little something like this: show up, dress the part, act the part, people will buy it, and you eventually become it.

So far this year I've been playing the part that I'm irresistible to men. Its almost like I'm emitting a pheromone that makes men flock to me. Its raining men. Hallelujah. Sounds silly, right? Well, it is kind of silly, but I think there may be something to it --- I will report back when I have more data, but so far I've snagged an attorney and a contractor. I'm throwing both of them back, but the bait seems to be working.

The next trick in my book is that I'm expecting my career to take off in new, exciting, and highly-paid directions. I'm actually serious. Rock-star directions. I recently bumped my consulting fee up to $300/hour and was rather surprised when someone actually paid it (and this wasn't an Elliot Spitzer-type consultation - for that I charge at least $350/hour)

When you expect great things to happen, it almost seems like everything that happens is great. If not great, than maybe a step toward greatness. Rose-colored glasses again, I know. But really, wouldn't you rather peer through rosy glasses than sewer water?