This was the trucker's first haul up I-95. So he and I hunted in this spacious truck stop for an electrical outlet for him to plug in his laptop. The place, of course, has Wi-Fi. That little act of random kindness got me out of myself.
And, as content providers know that when we are too much into ourselves we are hanging out in an iffy neighborhood.
In truck stops like this, I find inspiration for client assignments. Actually, I should shoot over to the one in Clinton, Connecticut about a half hour from my home when I am stuck (usually with fear) on an out of the box but enough in the box concept for a website.
I also heal in truck stops. Today, I needed plenty of that. I had gone to Boston to take part in a beauty contest for a full time job. The parking garage charged me $32. Half a tank of gas, and I'm still 80 miles from my home office. The irony, and it's a pleasant one, is that when I called it a wrap in Boston and checked my email, I had a juicy offer for a long term contract assignment. No need for a full time job, never mind relocation. Fortunately the expenses are tax deductible. And the organization did indicate that it uses freelancers. Plenty of them. So, there could be some ROI on this trip.
But the glue which holds content providers together is creating content. I was not doing that from 8:15 A.M. until 7:10 P.M. I began to lose my center. The red flag about that is that I start missing my dog Molly Mittens who had passed over 5.5 years ago. When she died on vet's examining table, I told him that I didn't understand why she died. I still don't.




