Fly to Jakarta & have coffee w/ a boy
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Hi! My name is Courtney. Some of you know me as @canDidCourtney. Some of you know me as Courtney. Some of you know me as That Courtney or just as...You know...that marketing girl. Some of you don't know me at all. But one thing that all of you know, is that my request for funding, is for sure, the least selfless, least charitable, least urgent and absolutely least important thing on GoFundMe.
Except that it isn't.
It is based on the premise of hope, imagination, love, long shots, potential, daydreams, miracles and magic. Things that seem to be rapidly disappearing from our modern society and written of as fictional notions.
Except that they aren't.
We are just far too busy to explore them.
I am a key offender. And, for those of you who do actually know me...You know that those are the fundamentals of my entire being...And, I have been ignoring them too...
Three months ago, in the midst of a crowded trade show, in a week that I logged 82 work hours, I bumped into a boy. Then he bumped into me. Then we bumped into each other. It seemed to be a reoccuring theme. We had 5 minutes here and 8 minutes there, and 25 minutes I really shouldn't have given...but we couldn't stop talking. Not flirting...not "Hey...what's your sign?" ...not a "Let me get your number." Just talking. Diving, travel, books, philosphy, shoes, food...And, then...It was over....the trade show. I had thirty-six boxes of responsiblity in tow and he had a plane to catch to the other side of the world.
I love people. I love life. And, I love to grasp every single opportunity and experience I possibly can. Except, when it comes to dating. I stick my toe in the water and then I run the other way. Mostly because...well, flirting is fun...and because I am a total chicken and frankly...I am terrified of being stuck, or hurt...or any of the other horrible emotions that I cannot control.
But, this time is different. This is a feeling I can't shake. This person is someone I need to know more.
So, I want to fly to Jakarta to have coffee with a boy. And, since, unfortunately, I am not an heiress...and am still carting around at least 16 of those boxes of responsiblity...all of which require money....I thought I would throw this out to the Universe and see what happens.
I cannot promise a happy ending. I may end up standing in foreign coffee shop with running mascara. I may end up with the love of my life. I may just end up having a really good weekend. But, if I don't try...If I don't give it a shot...If I don't run after the rainbow... I will regret it forever. This time I am going to chase my own dream.
And, in return...for each and every one of you that helps me..I promise...I will help someone else. I will promote their event, walk them across the street, buy their lunch, give them a logo...help them move...whatever steps into my path...because that is what I am good at...and what I love to do.
So...what do think....Want to send me out for coffee?
p.s. One more promise...I promise updates...The good, the bad and the ugly.
p.p.s. I also promise updates on the corresponding good deeds...Because, well...that will just be fun!
Except that it isn't.
It is based on the premise of hope, imagination, love, long shots, potential, daydreams, miracles and magic. Things that seem to be rapidly disappearing from our modern society and written of as fictional notions.
Except that they aren't.
We are just far too busy to explore them.
I am a key offender. And, for those of you who do actually know me...You know that those are the fundamentals of my entire being...And, I have been ignoring them too...
Three months ago, in the midst of a crowded trade show, in a week that I logged 82 work hours, I bumped into a boy. Then he bumped into me. Then we bumped into each other. It seemed to be a reoccuring theme. We had 5 minutes here and 8 minutes there, and 25 minutes I really shouldn't have given...but we couldn't stop talking. Not flirting...not "Hey...what's your sign?" ...not a "Let me get your number." Just talking. Diving, travel, books, philosphy, shoes, food...And, then...It was over....the trade show. I had thirty-six boxes of responsiblity in tow and he had a plane to catch to the other side of the world.
I love people. I love life. And, I love to grasp every single opportunity and experience I possibly can. Except, when it comes to dating. I stick my toe in the water and then I run the other way. Mostly because...well, flirting is fun...and because I am a total chicken and frankly...I am terrified of being stuck, or hurt...or any of the other horrible emotions that I cannot control.
But, this time is different. This is a feeling I can't shake. This person is someone I need to know more.
So, I want to fly to Jakarta to have coffee with a boy. And, since, unfortunately, I am not an heiress...and am still carting around at least 16 of those boxes of responsiblity...all of which require money....I thought I would throw this out to the Universe and see what happens.
I cannot promise a happy ending. I may end up standing in foreign coffee shop with running mascara. I may end up with the love of my life. I may just end up having a really good weekend. But, if I don't try...If I don't give it a shot...If I don't run after the rainbow... I will regret it forever. This time I am going to chase my own dream.
And, in return...for each and every one of you that helps me..I promise...I will help someone else. I will promote their event, walk them across the street, buy their lunch, give them a logo...help them move...whatever steps into my path...because that is what I am good at...and what I love to do.
So...what do think....Want to send me out for coffee?
p.s. One more promise...I promise updates...The good, the bad and the ugly.
p.p.s. I also promise updates on the corresponding good deeds...Because, well...that will just be fun!
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Courtney Donnell
Organizzatore
Driftwood, TX
