The dance.

I've been putting myself out there. Hey you. How are you?
Look at me. Watch me dance. Do a little jig. And I
was getting down. Down that no one cared. No one heard
me. No one had the common courtesy to respond. To
give me honesty. To let me know that they were out there.

Then this morning I get an email from Brazil. An email
from Germany. And an email from San Fransisco. All from
artists finding their way. Doing their little dance.
Nice enough to write back.
Nice enough to let me know they were out there.

I beat myself up over this.
Running Hello World Program.
Running Look at Me Program.