Soul discretion – Day 192

I’m reading this great book at the moment. It’s self-published and is called Spun Into Gold: The Secret Life Of A Female Magician ,  by Romany Romany and I can’t for the life of me work out why it hasn’t been snapped up by a big publisher. It’s so readable and is really resonating with me.

Romany and I share a ‘sturdy’ build that ruled out ballet at a young age. We both rediscovered our love of dance with late night Latin sessions in fuggy bars. Ah those heady days. A few caipirinhas and I’d go limp while Carlos, Pedro, Eric or whomever it was, threw me about the place like a rag doll. I don’t remember much about their faces, but do recall they had tight torsos and buttocks like peaches.

Anyway, I digress…I blame the heat. Romany whose real name was something else before she changed it, longed to be a performer as a little girl, but a shrink told her she was day dreaming. So, she got a job in sales with BT, earned loads of cash, got promoted and had a breakdown.

“Not following my dream had almost killed me,” she writes. “A career selling telephones and data systems was never going to make my spirit soar.”

Romany binned the business suit and went off to become a street performer and then a magician. I don’t know the end of the story yet as I’m only on page 53, but I like the message. Do something that makes your soul soar.

This in my case, should be writing my novel, but I haven’t touched it for a fortnight. NOTHING is making my soul soar right now. Yesterday though, I met up with a stand-up comedienne who wants some help with PR and social media. Her existence is hand-to-mouth and her budget limited. My business coach would no doubt advise me to leave well alone and go for the big payers, but….

This young woman is funny, spirited and has written a great feature film about a 50-year-old divorcee who is forced to work in a sex shop. The trailer is hilarious. She’s writing a book, has penned a sitcom and is doing regular comedy gigs. She’s good at all of these things, but is pretty rubbish at promoting herself. That is where I would come in.

My head is saying ‘Too much work, not enough money’ but my heart is saying ‘This could be fun.’ In this instance, I’m going to follow Romany’s example and go with my gut. What’s the worst that can happen?

Personal manifesto

I trust my gut instincts.

 

 

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