Last night’s dream: Some event at someone’s house, where cows walking on hind legs were going in and out of the side door. (The Far Side, anyone?)
The house and event became a new neighborhood evening music venue built by someone I apparently knew. It was bigger on the inside 😉 and filled with art and crystals but no music and no customers. I was so annoyed with the poor marketing — “I’m a professional consultant – websites, graphic design, social media and PR– WHY didn’t you get in touch with me? It wouldn’t suck like this.”
Maybe I’m finally letting go of that imposter syndrome! ?
