with another deadline to join an artistic team and plan something with them; I need to explain my vision and how it fits there in just a few hours… wish me luck!
I had a hard time to start this morning, my brain was not easy to get together, since last night I saw again someone I had been in love with in the past, and this was enough to disorganize me for a while. Questions arose: how come we couldn’t understand each other despite the attraction? Should we trust our instinct? And things like that.
But this is not the moment for a diatribe on love and relationships.
Nor questions like: do my colleagues like my work? Will those in power positions help me somehow?
I need to like what I do enough and have faith in it.
Believe there is something in my project that connects me to the rest of humanity … and this common and yet strange element will be my success recipe!
could you and March put together a miracle for me?
Or should I do everything myself? Come on! I need an extra lucky configuration where a lot of people collaborate with me and/or are particularly favorable to my artistic project and myself. By March 12.
I need loads of inspiration and the motivation to ask for help in an enthusiastic way – this has not been my strongest point until now.
Let’s say that I would prefer everything handed to me on a silver platter.
“Here you are April: do you need millions of euros, the best working conditions, an office with a view to the river, to make your dream reality?
How about a foot massage?
Or a group of cheerleaders following you around in order to encourage you? “Go for it April, Yes you can! ”
Or/and a powerful mentor who says “this is IT”!
Yes, I would love all these and more. But the first step might be to cheer myself up and believe it is possible to deliver in this deadline.
I did it! I submitted my funding proposal on time! At 23.3o tonight! Do you know the post-office of the Louvre? Oh, you never needed to post anything, sorry, I forget that you are not human!
That is where I found myself at almost midnight in Paris. The post-office of the Louvre is the one that stays open 24 hours a day. If you need to have something sent -it could be something to pay, or an application with a deadline, in Paris, you can go there at midnight minus one minute and get the stamp that you mailed it this day.
It has something of a Cinderella air about it, you see 🙂
I have already some stories with it, myself running to apply for something, at the really last-minute, taking a taxi to go faster, falling into some kind of traffic jam, the driver feeling for me and leaving his taxi to make sure I get my parcel on time with the right stamp, and then getting into a fight with the lady who is serving at the post-office.
Is it just to me that things like that happen?
What is miraculous, is that I did it!
Last night I didn’t get much sleep, and I was up at six in the morning, working on the different aspects of this proposal. At some point I needed a USB stick, and the shop accross the street had a last one. And it looked like a toy-owl! I started laughing. Could I be taken seriously with an pink owl-USB stick for my written project?
I don’t know, but it is so much fun, the pink owl made my day!
I have hardly caught my breath from the very intensive July rhythm and here I find myself with a new deadline: my research project that succeeded to pass the first step by the end of june, needs to be “amplified” and resubmitted for the second step of the evaluation.
It was end of june when I found out, but after July 8 I concentrated on the Big artistic Exhibition in Paris, and my little two-day artistic event in the South of France. With all that happened at the little village of the South of France where the event took place, I haven’t advanced ever since. Apart from travelling, being responsible for a group of people and at the same time participate with my work in a special performance, doesn’t leave a lot of time to sleep. And yes, we also partied.
In the last two days, I came to my hometown again, that is also situated in the South of France, not far from the village where my artistic event took place. However, two of the artists have also followed me. This has created a lot of distraction.
But today, this afternoon, I got myself back on track and back to my writing blog.