Last night I dreamed my post-it notes had legs and were chasing me off a cliff.
So that's the downside.
The upside would be I am back in action, riding once again on the folk train.
Trying to get ready to sing and record, planning graphics and meetings here and abroad - trying to maintain just a little bit of a social life before I go (this one I am letting go the last couple of weeks) and more importantly, keep my marriage happy - is well, even for a crazy girl like me - a stretch.
After a meeting with a potential sponsor today, we walked home through the Hofgarten.
I had never actually walked all the way through before, which also meant I never really saw the giant chess set.
Literally, statue-sized chess pieces you move about a small basketball court-sized painted on the cement playing "board."
As we walked past and watched two elderly men bundled up for the winter, carefully lifting the chess pieces and going at it - everything just seemed so big and complicated, yet somehow slow and easy.
When I came home and stared at the post it notes in question before me, I was able to see them in a new light.
Compared to the game I just witnessed, they seemed a heck of a lot easier to manuever
and at the very least, I can crumple them up and that's the last of it.
Til the next batch that is.
Now - if I dream tonight my post-it notes are calling out at me "check mate," I will seriously be checking into the nearest hospital, playing alot of chess for a long time to come.
