Well, I made it through the week and am looking forward to celebrating my birthday tomorrow. I have already started receiving gifts and have several parties planned, so I think it will be fun and not at all as ominous and soul-crushing as it once seemed. You must admit, though, life DOES seem strangely repetitive at times, does it not? Maybe in ten more years, I will look back on this time and conclude that I actually knew more than I thought I did. Or maybe I will think I was a total dumbass, like I now think I was ten years ago. If any older readers have sage advice about finding satisfaction with your life and being “in the moment,” I’m all ears, because that is something I totally need to work on in this decade. Let me ask you-- does there ever come a moment in your life when you're NOT striving for things and gripped with existential ennui about your "purpose?" If you ever get to that moment where you're all "This is so awesome, I totally achieved my goals," do you then get struck by lightening or something? I like to think that there is reason and meaning in life, but sometimes it does seem like an endless game of "carrot and stick" where I will never actually get the carrot. You know what I mean? Life is not really all stick and no carrot, right? RIGHT???
On to today’s topic: signs. Not "cosmic" signs, because you would seriously roll your eyes if I told you how much I believe in those and how much I am always looking/ hoping for "universe signs" to point me in the right direction so that I may fulfill my destiny. That kind of talk makes me sound like I've seen "Star Wars" or "The Secret" too many times, which I probably have.
No, today I'm talking about actual signage.
Stephan took this picture for me yesterday, and it reminded me of a business idea that I had a few years ago, remember?
Is there a good way to market this idea that doesn’t sound vaguely xenophobic or like you’re making fun of the person? Because, honest to God, I think it could be a viable business—giving non-English speakers a chance to run their business names and products by a born in the USA American person, so that someone could tell them “That sounds weird to us.”
Think of all the money it could save a struggling small business person if they chose not to name their food “PORK ON FIRE.”
Maybe my destiny is to write this blog post and have someone go "That's a great idea-- do it!" And then my legacy is that I am the queen of the "English Language Hotline."
It could happen. You never know.