Life is a funny thing. Things are never really quite as they seem. The older I get, the wiser I become in some departments, while in others I clearly do not. One particular area that I fail to learn life’s lesson is counting my chickens before they’re hatched. Take, for example the recent shenanigans while looking for an office for the new Miss Moss HQ. At first, things are looking GREAT: glam spot, all go-go, decent rent..blah..blah…I, true to form – being an eternal optimist – believe the deal is IN THE BAG. I dream of where my desk can go, how to arrange the shelving, how the sun will stream in through the window around 9am. The new MM HQ is all sunshine and light in my mind. Then – BAM – I’m screwed (for reasons I won’t divulge), the dreams’ gone, dead kaput. Grrrr. So, I start to look again. And the same thing happens. Suddenly I wake up. I’ve learned the lesson: today is a new day. Karma will be suitable dished out. But – this time there are no chickens in my basket.
Boo hoo
don’t cry, it’s not that bad – really.
Sometimes, just sometimes, there is an egg hidden under the straw and suddenly, voila, MORE chickens than you counted!
I’ll let you know when that day comes!! In the meantime, let’s hope there are some eggs hanging around your neck of the woods.