I am so excited to see everyone tonight at Gloria’s. I had to postpone last week’s scheduled dinner because I was sick. I’m bummed because some people who could come last week can’t make it this week. BUT some people who couldn’t make it last weekend can come tonight. With this development I can only sit back and remember that whoever is there on any given night is perfect, and move forward. Lacey, Kirby – you guys will be missed. Bobbie, I look forward to seeing you again and meeting your friends. I am looking forward to tonight with joy and excitement. 🙂
So while writing, we’re watching Chopped – (you can click the pic to go there, if you are new to the planet or something and don’t know what it is…) one of my daughter and my favorite shows. We’ve been watching it for years, and over those years I’ve learned so much that I’ve applied to my own life. In this episode on of the contestants has cut herself, not once but twice. It’s almost excruciating to watch. She worked through the adversity like a champ and remade a major component of her dish again, in the last 5 minutes before plating. She got it on the plate and in front of the judges. Unfortunately while getting her hand taken care of, her meat overcooked on the grill. Ultimately she went home, but not because of the meat, but from overuse of raw garlic in the first round, and raw onion in the second. What does this have to do with psychic stuff or the supper club? Her remarks before leaving – she said,
“I’ll keep moving forward, this wasn’t my time.”
What an amazing outlook.
I am inspired. Here’s why – She was smiling and so positive. How many times have we thought, why not me? Why not now? I did my best!! Why couldn’t anyone see that? Doesn’t that count?? It takes someone amazing to see a bigger picture. To be able to step back and say, OK, something bigger than this is on the horizon. I don’t know what it is, but I trust. It just wasn’t my time. Because my time is still coming.
When I started the Supper Club I believed in it. I saw it. There’s even the eye on our logo- SEE??
And we did it. But after a couple of dinners I started to second guess.
Was this doing what I wanted it to do for the people who were coming? I didn’t know. I was only looking at it with my own eye. My eye was judgmental. My eye was afraid of failure or more than failure, mediocrity.
That was Lacey’s first dinner. She rode with me. It was Kelley’s first dinner too. And Dina. After an amazing time, unbelievably (now) when we got back in the car I told Lacey, I don’t know if I’m going to keep doing the dinners. And she turned and looked at me with huge eyes and said, WHY NOT? and she told me how SHE saw the dinners. When she told me I think I may have started crying a little. She told me how I had to keep doing them. That was a turning point for me. Now, months later, the dinners have become a part of not only my life, but a part of me. When I walk into a restaurant, I’m looking at it with a new eye. I’m thinking, is the spot for our next dinner? Now I’m looking even further into the future. Not just next month. But the next 3 months. I’m searching out places that are no just cool, or different, but AMAZING. Because that’s what my people deserve. Or that I think, maybe – just maybe – Kirby will try something here. Or I want to try something here. And I want to have the conversation I want to have. With the people I want to have it with. So I did it. I created it. So I want to ask you –
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO? WHAT DO YOU WANT TO CREATE? and WHY HAVEN’T YOU DONE IT YET? IS IT BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T HAVE A LACEY TO LOOK AT YOU WITH WIDE EYES AND SAY –
YOU HAVE GOT TO DO THIS. YOU CAN’T STOP. THIS IS IMPORTANT.
Well you can’t see me, or my eyes, but I am here to tell you –
YOU’VE GOT TO DO THIS. PEOPLE WANT WHAT YOU HAVE. PEOPLE ARE WAITING TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. TODAY LET ME BE YOUR LACEY.
SO what does this have to do with Chopped? Or Motor Coaches? Well, Chopped taught me that you can do so MUCH more than what you think you can. I learned I can do anything in 2 minutes. THAT’S what Chopped taught me. as for the Motor Coach – I’m mobile right? I’m the TRAVELING PSYCHIC. for years (and this may sound crazy – but it’s MINE not YOURS) it’s been my dream to own a trailer. Or a Camper or something. Then, the day before Thanksgiving this pulled up. Next Door. LITERALLY almost in my own front yard.
And you know what I saw? I saw it wrapped with TRAVELING PSYCHIC SUPPER CLUB.
Now this is a big dream. This is a BIG motor coach. It’s a CLASS A (which before that day I had no idea what that meant). I had the pleasure of spending Thanksgiving dinner visiting with the owners, who are friends with my neighbors Veronica and Albert who had us over for the day. It was a multiple blessing. I got to go INSIDE! AND it’s AMAZING!! But that blessing came with a downsides…I learned that this motor coach costs more than my house. Minor setback. But this is part of my dream. A dream I’ve had for years. And it may not be time…yet. Right now we are only meeting in restaurants in Austin. But I want to see this country. HA! This country, THIS WORLD. I want to share what I have with other people. And have them share who they are and what they’ve got too. It all goes back to being connected. And sometime, whether it’s sooner or later, I’m taking this show on the road. Thank you to everyone for being a part of who I am. Thank you TRAVELING PSYCHIC SUPPER CLUB! See you tonight! or depending on who you are and where you live see you…SOMETIME!!
November 24, 2012 at 7:38 pm
When I found out the dinner wasn’t going to happen last week, I was all like “well, what else can I do tonight?” Then I got this huge wave of loneliness, realizing that nothing else was going to come close to these dinners. I might be able to distract myself for a few hours, even have a bit of fun, but there was nothing else that was going to provide that same level of companionship. That sense of belonging.
So I’m glad to hear Lacey got you straightened out! I’d not be a happy camper if you decided to end these ಠ_ಠ
November 24, 2012 at 8:43 pm
Thanks Kelly (sorry I spelled your name with two e’s in the post – I knew there was only one…)
your words brought a lump to my throat. I know. I’m a creator and a jumper. I don’t normally let things happen long enough to see them gel or braise or whatever you want to call it. Lacey reigned me back in and kept me going. I can’t imagine my months without these dinners now. 🙂