A Copywriter’s Saturday

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Hello,

Today’s a surreal day for me.  As the old saying goes, “what doesn’t kill me, only makes me stronger.”

I’m back, after a year’s sabbatical.  Lot’s of moving around, visiting, exploring myself and the world … trying to discover what I want to do/be next.

Yet, I’m still a writer, copywriter and author.  I write.   I study people and life.  And I write about it.   I’m also an Elf, as I discovered on a little test I took on Facebook.  Pretty cool.  

The surreality I refer to is the happenings in my life of late.  It’s one of those things that others would find too hard to believe, unless they saw it close up — or had some experience of the same sorts.

Are you ready for this?  The dominoes started to fall, with a speeding ticket a month ago.  This was quickly followed by my getting the dreaded ‘boot’ on my car, while parked downtown Fredericksburg, VA on a recent summer’s eve.

The police drive around, taking pictures that feed into a database of  offenders.  My offense?  Failing to report to the Commissioner of Revenues that I’d moved out of the city last year.

They still had me on their books, and I owed ’09 property taxes.   My, everyone’s getting really aggressive about collecting.  Have you noticed that, yet?  You will.

Next shoe to drop was my garnished bank account, by a large credit card company.  No ‘due process,’ so I wasn’t allowed to tell my side of the story to a judge.  No, Virginia is one of the few states that allow this kind of ‘Gestapo’ treatment of its citizenry.

All my money … gone!  In one fail swoop, without warning.  Gone.  And that included the reimbursement of funds, taken by the ‘boot’ company.  And everything else that came into my account, before I had a chance to stop it.

Oh, and let’s not forget hefty bank charges for insufficient funds for some auto-payments that I couldn’t stop in time — or even remember.

And what can I do about it?  Well, I’ve petitioned the court for a hearing, so am waiting to see if I’ll get my day in court.

Have you ever tried to exist, without any money and NO bank account?  Everything I do is online, so now I can’t pay for anything online, nor can I even have my PayPal account anymore, so clients can pay me!

Yes, this is America.  So, not only can one’s assets be seized by city, state and Federal Governments — the credit card companies can do it, too.

Following this interesting, little adventure … next, a water pipe burst in the basement, where my office is located.  My laptop didn’t make it, but my printer survived.  I’d preferred the other way around.  Not sure about my fax, yet.

My granddaughters were here, visiting, through these various fiascoes.  What a time to have all your money seized!

Oh, silly me.  I almost forgot.  To add more insult to injury … the gauntlet finally fell on my new site.

For months, I’ve been trying to get a certain SEO company to finish my new site.  Promises, stalls, more promises, more stalls.  And, finally, the truth:  It wasn’t going to get done.  It baffles me that people don’t keep their word anymore.

So, this copywriter is having a lazy, rainy Saturday.  I think it’s all just now sinking in.  It’s really quite a jolt to the ole system, let me tell you.

If it’s true that what doesn’t kill me, only makes me stronger, I should be strong as steel by now.  Aahh, yes, this too shall pass.  I know it always does.

And, I’ll have a little bit more experience to add to my already rich set of experiences to assist me in understanding the human condition.  Without going through some of these hard times myself, I wouldn’t be able to connect with those who have.

And I wouldn’t be the person I am.

You know, I’m not sure anymore, but I used to think I created everything in my life, in order to learn.  If this is true, it really sucks!  However, it certainly gives me a depth of understanding and empathy I would not otherwise possess.

I am grateful.  I’m still standing.  I’m still smiling.  I understand.

Yours in understanding,

Carolyn

http://www.kickasscopywriter.com