Waiting room
Modern staleness
Favorite tie
Favorite dress
Heals make it
But I digress
Asked to wait
Your turn soon
Portfolio in hand
Praying they’ll love it, too
Love it they should
Stems from the heart of you
Big Business
The agenda of few men
Subjects pre approved
An openess to difference
Usually not allowed
Until someone one else
Comes prowling around
Clearly, you must take the chance
Your turn to convince
Something new
Something fresh
Believe in you…
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
An exceptional mantra – keep visualising it, well done Audrey Dawn
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Hi, Mike. Thank you so much. I intend to and to strive for clarity. I’m hoping that your stopping by means that there may be a new post from you. I can hardly wait.
Hope you are well. ~ Audrey
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At some point in our lives, we all stand there with our file, our portfolio, hoping for someone’s approval.
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I agree. I’m always reminding myself that I’m good enough. 🙂 Isn’t it the best feeling to try for something? The going for it, concept? The butterflies and fear can move mountains.
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Yes it is. 🙂 I must say it sucks till you get it. Then you say I did it! I jumped through the hoop like a power dog.
Excellent poem. The mixture is probably the motivation. As a grad student who regularly presents his research to profs and others, it really hit home
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I’m really happy you could identify with it. Thank you. I love the image of the power dog. That’ll stay with me. 🙂 I enjoy a great sense of humor. Thanks for the comment, too.
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It all starts with believing in yourself, doesn’t it?
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I think it does, don’t you? I believe in you, too. 🙂
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It sure do. And the professor believes in you, again. I don’t believe in the professor, though.
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Again? Oh no…what did I do?
You should!
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I’m just reaffirming it, that’s all. 😀
But the professorish brain is a bear…
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If you say so, professor.
I suppose it is. I like to think that after all these months I’ve seen a bit of it along the way. Then again, I think you’d say I haven’t.
The professorish brain is a bear…a polar bear, right. I see where this is going…
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See how wicked you think I am? I bet you actually have. You’ve done a lot to…romanticize this professor–if such a thing is even possible.
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In my defense, you spent months trying to convience me that you are wicked. Over and over again you stopped me from being nice. I continued to be friendly and pushed you to be nice to me. I have seen your goodness, Duke. … I believe I see it in your writing, no matter how professorish it is.
I wanted to soften you up and admit to it quite rightly. I want your honest comments and feedback, but I love your edge. My mind is inspired by your writing. I enjoy our banter very much. I find your creativity intoxicating. I think we play well off each other. When you allow it. I don’t think you are wicked at all. I had found that calling you out on your sometimes wicked responses helped me to keep from investing too much in what you replied with, but no matter what your comment was, it made my day. It’s a bad habit I’ve formed when replying to you, isn’t it? I should allow you to be sweet. You’ve been a great support. Priceless, actually. I’m sorry. Forgive me? Of course, if I’ve over stepped, with my honesty, just erase me from your memory. No don’t. 🙂
I like to think anything is possible, and I think you do a pretty good job of romanticizing yourself. Women are swooning over at the PL. Just as it should be, you tell a fine story. 🙂 (I’m choosing not to assume you’ll reply with something wicked. See? I’m trying. ) Have a great Friday. 😉
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The professor is very wicked, this is true… (I like to believe that.) But…
Audith, your friendship has meant so much to me as well! I can’t begin to tell you how many times you’ve made me laugh–hard! The professor enjoys reading your poetry–something I could never do. Your support has been priceless, and I’m glad to have met you! And we do play off each other well, I think.
My wicked comments are usually just to show how grouchily sweet I am. 😀
(Also, your comment just made my day.)
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Okay, well enough of that, sweet stuff. You make me blush. 🙂 And trust me, redheads have enough red we don’t need red cheeks, too. (I’m relieved you understand.)
Grouchily sweet, I can live with, Duketh. 🙂
(As did yours. I’m very happy I sent my reply.)
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😆 Okay! Enough of that dadblamery! 😉
Very professorish, I think.
(Were you thinking about not doing it?)
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Geez. Quick to agree. ; )
( Yeah. I couldn’t decide if I’d offended you or not. I wanted to apologize and explain myself. Then I worried I’d sound pathetic, a fool, silly and then way too invested and you’d call in the swat to have me removed…you know, normal girl stuff. Obviously caring a bit too much about what you think of me or my uber green behavior. Honest much, Aud?) 😆
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Well, I appreciated hearing that, and the only way you’d offend this professor is if you stole his cherries. 😀
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I wouldn’t think of it, maybe. 🙂
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Brilliant, this sounds like it is your turn to make your mark. A really positive poem 🙂
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Thanks, Cleo. I think it’s about time we all make our mark. 🙂
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Business start up? Sounds scary having to pitch something to investors.
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I think it’s something different for everyone. Not a business start up for me, but maybe you, it seems. 🙂 I’m just visualizing my next step and feeling the energy around me as others take there’s and wait to hear. 🙂 My plans are taking shape and it feels good.
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Good luck 🙂
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Not yet, but soon. My mind is already visualizing. Thanks, AB. 🙂
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Wish you luck all the way whenever it happens AD 🙂
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Thank you so much! I could use a day in your Tickerbell land. The photo was beautiful, AB.
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That is very kind, Bali is beautiful I am merely relaying the amazing beauty of the place through my ordinary lens 🙂 We need to give you some fairy dust so that you can fly to Bali or anywhere you like 🙂
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Yes, fairy dust would be most appreciated. 🙂
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Already in the post to Audrey,
Oldest daughter
Redhead sister
In the city she was born
address unknown
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If only you could see my smile 😀
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I can see, I am in the same room 🙂
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🙂
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