" Hi, Bette. Could we have coffee sometime?"

As an adult, I met Bette after her Vegas show and had an overwhelming feeling of wanting to sit and talk to her over coffee about life, love, and traversing this world, about this adventure called adulthood. Bette has done it, triumphed over this life; she has made it through the ups and downs, the self-questioning of both her gregarious self and the quiet one, and now seems to be in a place where she gets to be accepted as herself, all of her possible selves. I need to talk to her about that journey. This blog is the beginning of my coffee chat, a space for me to talk to Bette and to possibly gain some insight. So, "Hi, Bette. These are my questions and ideas, things I'd like to discuss with you someday."

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Dearest Bette,


This morning I had a horrible realization about myself: other people's constant work makes me feel lazy and dumb. For example, a colleague from graduate school works at a prestigious university and is constantly updating her Facebook to tell about her days on end writing and her manuscripts, chapters, and other sundry writings acceptance statuses. While I am so happy for her (she is my smart friend after all), I can't help but feel lazy and not proficient at my own job (seeing as it is the same job as hers, just another university)! I need those things also to move forward in my job and yet, I would rather play catch with the dogs or go out to dinner or clean toilets than write manuscripts, an integral part of my livelihood. And if I CHOOSE to do other than work (especially and specifically write), why must I feel so damn stupid and worthless when I see others' successes?
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