Life is a Bitch, and then you die

For some reason, today I am reminded of a very foolish business venture I once undertook at a time when I had no money to loose. Not that I ever have money that is designated "to loose".

Anyway, I committed a tidy sum of money, tidy, considering my financial state at the time, to taking part in an exhibition that was supposed to make me lots of money and give me contacts that would help me sell my hundreds of handmade cards. (If y'all are really nice, I might show you my handiwork sometime). The idea was all really brilliant, an exhibition of different arts and crafts in an up-market residential area where people supposedly have a better art-sense and yes, have deeper pockets. There was only one problem though – not enough publicity was done for the event!

So there I am on a Saturday afternoon, having spent the better part of my morning selling nothing, and watching the dark rain clouds gathering. (I thought that only happens in movies). Life sucks, right? Wrong!

If you asked me how my day had been, I would honestly have said "great!" And it had. You see, there was this handsome guy with a voice to die for, who had paid me special attention the whole day (girls, stop rolling your eyes on me, you know what I mean). I mean, the guy did a double take when he saw me, despite my faded jeans, hustled look and no make-up. And after that, he spent most of the time at my stand, talking about the cards, my work, his life, and I don't know whether he was so funny or I was suffering a heatstroke from the day's earlier sun, but he made me laugh a great deal.

The moral of the story? Life is a bitch and then you die...or life is an exciting adventure packed with unexpected twists and turns. You choose. I did.