The way it happens...

Am I crazy, or is it true that the best things in life are unplanned? I arose this morning with a bad case of the woe-is-me-not-enough-business-boo-hoo-club thing! After any big event, I always go through a period of discouragement, I call it PETSS, "post-event-traumatic-stress-symposium!" Yes, I said "symposium," because I don't want anyone to call, or write me about making fun of a very real and serious condition that has a similar name. It's mostly, and I do mean mostly, a joke. However, anyone who has put together a big event will tell you that the last weeks prior to said event are so packed with stuff to do that after it is over you feel like your life is a great big ZERO. Nothing to do, no one cares, it's all downhill from here!So this morning, there I am, in the WIMNEBBHC (see above) and I am thinking, what am I going to do? I NEED another event ... soon! It's not simply a matter of addiction to work, even though it is that, too, but it's a matter of business survival for me. I say prayer. Not a prayer like you might expect, LONG face, self righteous, self important, but more like I imagine most people pray: HELP! I NEED an event or I am going to DIE. Which is, of course, a silly thing to think, but doesn't everyone pray that way? Irrationally. Ok, well I pray that way, even if you don't. I go to work. Have an appointment at 8:30 this morning with a friend and colleague who helped me put together a concert with Bill Cosby last March. Donnie and I start talking, reminiscing really about the Cosby event and BAM, I am talking about another event involving Cosby and his new book. Three hours later, after 4 impromptu, coincidental meetings, it all starts coming together. I email Cosby's agent and, well, no definitive answer yet, but it all begins again! Prayer answered. Aha! No more WIMNEBBHC, now I'm strutting down the street like I had something to do with all of these seemingly unrelated meetings. How soon I forget. Credit where credit is due. God 1, me, well, I get 1 too, because I at least had the good sense to say, HELP, and he cares enough to want to encourage me! Couldn't have planned it better myself.