The Art Of The Follow

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I’d like to take a moment to recognize and thank the peeps who have followed me on this most recent journey. You know, the super-sonic road trip where I wrote a book and then tried through social media to get some people interested in my work by writing a bunch of blog posts that may or may not have been similar to the style of the alleged masterpiece I penned.

Since we’re talking, I’d also like to add that the real manuscript rocks around the freaking clock. It’s the best writing I’ve ever done, and is equal parts, inspirational, poignant, and is an ass kicking riot fest from start to finish. Sadly, you’ll probably never read it.

Here’s why: It’s apparently impossible to sell a book regardless of the quality of writing unless you happen to have the following of multitudes. I do not. Hell, I am lucky to get those closest to me to read anything I’ve written other than a personal check, or a hand written note on a birthday card—and my penmanship leaves plenty to be desired although I can pour on the sentiment like nobody’s biz.

I’m not a big fan of social media, I’m too old for it maybe, and it feels like a popularity contest I don’t quite have the chops for since my basic makeup relies on an, I don’t give a shit attitude. I’ve always kind of questioned authority that way. I’m a fighter, not a lover.

But I am also a writer. To my core I have been afflicted with this beautiful, unbearable need for expression—both a blessing and a burden—coupled with the fact that this gift most often resides only in my head or a hard drive somewhere. So this amazing and miserable calling, the thing I live to do, where there is no passage of time, no noise, nothing, but me and the words I hold sacred, is also a body bending cross to hoist each day.

And this I do for the few people who are completely unknown to me. Some contingent of folks who read my work and have not yet beat a hasty retreat. So for those of you hanging in there with me, I have only my thanks and gratitude to offer, though it’s clear I’ll find a sack full of sarcasm to tidy things up in the end and call it a sacred offering too.

Thank you for following. Get as close as you like. Nobody loves you like I do. Yes, you.

 

5 Things I Learned From Having 55 Jobs

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People look at you like you’re crazy when you tell them you’ve had 55 jobs. Sometimes there’s a sigh and an upturned lip, which I interpret as pity or possibly gas. It’s hard to tell. But finding employment with that many companies, and working with thousands of people provided me with so much more than experience, it made me really good at a lot of things and an expert at falling down and getting up again. Over. And. Over. Again.

Sometimes I’ve felt like an expert at failure, but the truth is, I’m thriving in my life, and that makes all the difference. I spent years in jobs I hated, working in places that didn’t quite fit, and it took a long time to figure out that being miserable was not a requirement of my life. I gave up my limiting beliefs that traditional work was the only thing of value, because that was never what I truly believed.

So here are a few things I learned along the way and if it works for you, Huzzah! That’s great, if not, well, I’m a believer in, take what you need and leave the rest. It’s all about the journey, right?

 

  1. A sense of humor is mandatory.
  2. Show up, not just physically. Be prepared for excellence all around.
  3. Pay attention when people speak to you, from the janitor to the CEO, it makes a   difference. Besides, it’s the janitor’s wife that makes the good burritos and you want one of those, right?
  1. Are you flying the Space Shuttle? Operating on someone’s brain? If not, take a deep breath and tackle things one at a time. The world will turn.
  1. Bring the love. If you’re the boss, you need to lead with love. If you are an employee, bring love to the work you do. Lastly, if you don’t have any love for what you’re doing, consider finding something within your work or elsewhere where your love light can shine. Because we all need the light it creates so we can see ourselves better.

What have you learned about yourself from your job?