Working on my Elevator Pitch

At a dinner party last night, a dear friend asked me what my schedule is for the fall. 

I must have looked as startled as I felt. I started talking about serving on the nominating committee for the Screen Actors Guild (a random selection, mind you, not an appointed one) because it sounded important, relevant, attached to both greater purpose and external time frame.

She started going on about me having plenty to do, with my far-flung, ever-expanding family, just keeping people and places straight. Clearly, my look of confusion made her regret her question.

I wasn’t expecting it, for sure, and I didn’t know how to respond, but not because I drew a blank. I don’t have a schedule aside from my actual life, which is so full I didn’t know where to begin. That’s what I should have said, and not because it makes me sound any particular way, but because it is the truth.