Oh, I know. It’s a little dramatic. But it is my essay, so full speed drama! I usually write my posts on a word doc, and then copy over here. It allows me more editorial freedoms I think. Or feel.
But this post is coming straight from the heart. Friday was tough. After six-plus years at an amazing fantastic company that paid me to do things that I really love doing, like helping people and playing with food, the expected came to be. Furlough is over. That life is in the rear-view mirror.
As I have previously written about, I have this uncanny knack to jump into an industry, get as close to the top as I can, and then have it collapse. I should have gone into the war industry. It’ll never collapse.
I have been very fortunate to have attracted the attention of a very smart on-line mentor, and I followed some of the advice he gave me. He has tons of content aimed at helping new writers. BloggingGuide. Please visit and share with any on-line writers. This is how we support one another in this new barter-land.
That advice enabled me to more than double my email list and gain my first three paying subscribers on Friday alone. Shout out to all three of you! I am truly grateful and your support means the world to me. If you enjoy my writing, please share with others who may enjoy it as well.
My long-term goal is to publish a commercially successful book. My short-term goal is to create thoughtful content and discover the talents and skills within me that can be repurposed or retrained that allow for that content to provide a revenue stream.
How much of a revenue stream is to be determined. And I suppose that determination depends on me. And in turn, I depend on all of you. And that takes me to the title of this piece, Why So Many Wires?
I often marvel at the sheer over-whelming number of cords we seem to have in our digital wireless society.
The photo accompanying this post is the telephone pole next to my back patio gate, illuminated by the three-quarter moon on Friday night. It was a typical winter day/night in SoCal, temps above 70, tank-tops and flip-flops at 8 pm.
The wife and I were discussing the events of the day. We happened to be at a pause in conversation, and we looked up. She spoke softly, and it did not feel like she was asking me the question when she queried the moon “Why so many wires?”
I didn’t know the answer because I didn’t understand the question. All those wires, going from here to there, from there to here. Tying us all together. Whether we want to be together or not.
I want to be together. With all of you. That is the answer. The wires are connecting us. The literal wires and the metaphorical wires. The literal wires bring us the modern life we live in. The metaphorical wires link us to our past, and to one another through our past.
One of my elements of Culture is History. History is the past. The past is our stories. Our stories are what hold us together. Our stories are what are pulling us through this pandemic. Let me know your story. I want to know. We support one another when we tell and listen to stories.
Our best stories come from love. And fear. And loss. And hate. And forgiveness. And redemption. Our stories are us. Told as we see ourselves and the world. And how we find our place in the world. Go live your story. I am going to keep living mine.
Ric
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