thoughts from a motel room somewhere in southern california

darlings

we always get a little reflective in motel rooms.

there’s no distraction (and no fancy furniture like in the ritzy places we stayed in during our tour of duty as a lady executive).

so it’s rather Monastic and peaceful (when one removes all patterned materials and pops them into the cupboards and unpacks a brown paper bag of delicious groceries and some real milk for the fridge – well, actually for the little coffee machine because we don’t do fake-milk-from-packets).

we had some work last night down here, not far from the Ocean, but over 100 miles south of where-we-live-in-Los-Angeles – a digital check-up actually (that was meant to be a link to our own site – not theirs – we relish protecting their privacy unless otherwise asked to do so in a more public relations type exercise – there’s something so deeply respectful about doing so). 3b16732aafb811e3b4800e12fd739921_8and while we smiled kindly and encouragingly at our Pupil as she chose font, theme, widgets, header treatments and wrote her first two blog posts and told the World she was now launching her OWN BUSINESS, we thought – “Oh! This isn’t really about digital – it’s about witnessing someone change their life!”

*pauses*

and that’s An Extremely Great Feeling.

fear around digital is generally panic at “what if they think I’m foolish and laugh at me?”

well.

as someone who has been laughed at and told we were foolish (the actual words were designed to be more crushing as we recall) we could tell anyone that it really doesn’t matter.

what people say to us is all about Them (of course you knew that).

plus we get to be teamgloria. 1e4ca7c8afb811e3aed6123e9ac62c25_8and that’s delicious. a6a7b9acafd411e3a9a4123ce35ac48b_8

as is pausing at the crossing as the Amtrak train Hoots and whooshes past and listening to Fleetwood Mac and enjoying the people walking home from work and stopping by the late farmers market to buy soft fruit and flowers. 

we have a day of consulting on one of the projects that who-we-are-in-RL is working on until June and it’s possible that some of the people there read teamgloria (it’s not always easy to tell who they are) so – “hello!”

and yes, we’ll be wearing the pearls and shiny patent leather doctor martens as usual.

 

11 thoughts on “thoughts from a motel room somewhere in southern california

  1. Leslie in Oregon says:

    I’m quite new to your blog, although I’ve read quite a few past posts to try to come up to speed on Team Gloria. Heather Robinson sent me over, so I knew I’d relish your blog. One question about this post: are there really patent leather Doc Martens?

  2. BEAUTYCALYPSE says:

    motel rooms. hm.
    my only experience with motels boils down to two or three stays chez campanile as a student traveller (I loved it! it had a smell of freedom unknown to me before, plus they were all really dead on service-oriented, clean, and not as big a “chocolate box” as french hotels use to be, hehe); and just this week – but is it really a motel? – my first ever stay at a motel one.
    *cuts the drivel*

    I think that it’s important to support people and businesses, even if the work you do is not visible, the results are. so I always say, what I do is actual magic, or rather science x art.

    oh, and team gloria’s view at this work of yours is pretty refreshing too. particularly among all those digital consultant types… you know what I mean. those who wear kicks instead of doc martens ;)

          1. BEAUTYCALYPSE says:

            makes me think of one of my favourite places on earth ever. la finistère. finis terrae. *shivers now too*

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