Sunday, April 30, 2006

Marketing Director - The Plunge

"Marketing Director", sounds slick?. Now add Oracle, Microsoft, Google or any other Fortune 500 name to that title and you get sensory overload. It glitters with seven digits, prances with perks, and makes slick look silly.

I am a marketing director. Period. The oracle hasn't whispered sweet fortunes into my ear, and Google has yet to reward me with a plus one ranking. I'm not slick at all. I stumble through what I like to call a "white space" often feeling silly but more often feeling driven to give it definition and movement. What's more: I like it that way.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Plunging

White space. Vast, intimidating, foreign, tintillating, perplexing yet white. What is it about white space that tingles with a pinch of anxiety? It's only white. In fact, it isn't anything, yet. Perhaps it's that white space is imbued with endless possibilities, choices, decisions? Or maybe it's the burden of making those choices, the responsibility and accountability?

The cursor impatiently taps on the white; I slurp more coffee. It's time it tells me because I'll never be more prepared than I am now. I plunge into white space with hopes that it will be a becoming, downy friend.