Now don’t worry, I am not talking about giving up writing as a full time thing but I figured it out. It has been bugging me for quite some time now and I finally figured out what I want to do for a living. I want to be a cheerleader for everyone I know who is awesome. And I want to get paid to do it.
To some this might sound as if I want to be an agent or something but this is far different than that because I do not solely want to go out and pimp for people in the public eye. Although sometimes those people need an extra push too. Need examples? OK.
“Anyone who lives in Tucson, Arizona and has young children seriously needs to call my sister because she is the most top notch Director of the best freaking preschool in the world! She is smart and funny and runs a great place with so many amazing teachers that your kids will come out smarter and way cooler than most of the kindergartners they are going to be in school with.”
“If you are about to get a mortgage be sure that it is sent to Matt for underwriting. He is the super bomb, mack daddy, most detail oriented mothafucka I know when it comes to nit picking a file. He will be honest and fair and all those other things you heard don’t exist in that industry. So don’t go trying to slip any fraud past him. He’ll pop a cap in that loan so fast you’ll never get to see your commission. For super fast service from a guy who has weathered everything in this industry call him right now!”
I was on Crackbook the other day and came across some photos one of my friends had posted of her modeling photo shoot. I thought she had so much promise I immediately wished I was ‘people who know people’ so I could share those with someone and get her some jobs. Then there is my Mom who is one of the best photographers I have ever seen. She has a clear eye and photographs so literal that the crystal clarity of everything comes through her lens even when she layers or applies effects. Or this band, The Grownup Noise, that I never even heard play until long after I knew they were converting a van to veggie oil but as soon as their tunes graced my ears I was curious how they were not huge.
I seriously could go on. At length. For days. There are so many amazing people that I know with such brilliant talents and I somehow now need to send this request out to the Universe that I am looking for a way to be paid to promote these people’s awesomeness. I do not care if it is a blogger, a teacher, a painter, a chef, a financial analyst.
So now I must marinate on exactly how I can use my own incredible talent -- shooting my mouth off -- as the way to make a living. Maybe writing about it, so it segues nicely into my passion. Any thoughts?