You know the saying, “You can’t please everyone”?
Well, I’ve got a new spin on it: “I can’t read for everyone.”
Here’s a little story. I was doing readings at Whimsies Incognito one evening. It was quiet, and two women came in, not sure if they were in the right place. The first woman sat down, while her friend looked around.
From what I remember (and keep in mind, I rarely remember the content of people’s readings), it wasn’t a great reading. She looked bored through the entire reading (all ten minutes of it) and got annoyed when the timer went off. “That’s it?” she said. Had I been a younger, more inexperienced reader, I probably would have been reduced to tears at her reaction. Instead, I cheerfully chirped “Yup!”, she paid, and then she said snidely to her friend hovering in the doorway, “Don’t bother, she’s not worth it,” as they sailed out the door.
Ouch. Like I said, if I were my younger self, that would have been a big owwie to my ego. Instead, my thicker skin won out, and I laughed and shared a beer with my friend. Hey, you can’t win ‘em all.Continue Reading