I had just started a new job in a new city. For the most part, I was a quiet little mouse in my corner trying to adjust to my new personal and professional environment. One of my new coworkers approached me and introduced herself. We shook hands and she said slowly, “Oh my, you’re going to be famous one day.”
She strongly felt she had experienced a premonition in my behalf. This is before I could even remember her name. Once I got to know her though I found her to be a cute little old lady. A little odd though. And she had some very offbeat beliefs like… being able to have a premonition regarding a stranger.
When she declared her intuition my mind quickly disregarded it. For the most part. I have to admit a tiny part of me hoped she was, in fact, a fortuneteller.
That happened just over ten years ago and no, I’m not famous. Yet. I always thought if fame were to find me it would be due to my writing. Hmmm. It was all I could do to get 30 Facebook friends on my page. I just published my second poetry book and I haven’t sold enough of either book to see any royalties. So, maybe I won’t be a famous writer.
What else could bring me my fortune?
(insert cricket chirping here)
I sure hope she didn’t mean infamous! Because I think I have better chance of achieving that goal.
Oh, dang me!