27 May 2011

Well. I'm Doing It Anyway...

I'm growing up. Rather, I am becoming a grown up. 

We're rapidly approaching that time when, instead of asking "what do you want to be when you grow up," people will simply ask "what do you do?" You may think they already do that, and you'd be half right. 

Lately it's a mixture of "what do you do?" and "where do you work?" See the difference? It could be I don't seem grown up enough to have decided what I want to be. But I am getting older. I'm growing into adulthood and I think that means it's about time to decide what I'm going to be. Fortunately for my own deep-seated sense of obligation, I think I'm just about there. I've finally found the combination of things that make me happy every time. Don't get me wrong. I love producing. I've just realized I loved it more the way I used to do it. There are probably dozens of interpretations for that and you can apply whichever one makes you feel the way you want to feel. The reality is varying amounts of time, different techniques, and evolving technology have dulled my game. And I was born to be sharp. 

No I'm not saying I'm working to abandon producing. I would actually say the opposite is true in that I want to do more producing. However I've had two significant epiphanies. There are other things I love to do. I have the ability to do them. They're not glamorous and probably won't save the world or be remembered as my greatest contributions to society, but they'll leave me with a sense of pride and satisfaction. And at this stage in my life, I think that's all I want. Get ready to be underwhelmed. 

I want to organize. I love organizing. I love bringing some kind of order to some sort of chaos. There are some, like Mr. Man (he's another story) who think it beneath me. No, he hasn't said that, but I sense it whenever we talk about it. He wants to know why I would spend time creating a clearing that is only temporary. I tried to tell him it was about more than that. He did not get it. My dad also does not understand. "So you're going to clean people's closets for money?" My dad will actually only accept it if I'm organizing the homes of celebrities on a reality TV show, which he sees is California's only export.

I want to help people embrace and understand the power of social media. It's been good to me, and I think it could be the same for everyone. I've communicated with strangers and received responses from companies and truly had my voice heard. Social media has made the world a significantly smaller place. It just doesn't make any sense for anyone to be left out. I want to take all the techno-wallflowers and show them the cyber dance floor is welcoming. I recently sat down with a former coworker and showed him Twitter. I watched as he understood and became comfortable with it. I gave him confidence. That gave me smiles.

So these are things I see myself doing, in the not too distant future of adulthood. I'm excited in a way I haven't been in a long time. I think it has a lot to do with offering something to others. There's the idea I have skills or knowledge that others a) don't possess but that b) they want. It makes me feel good. So I'm going to explore that.

Antecedent Adventure

17 May 2011

I Want My Blog Back!

I'm taking my blog back... from myself. I can't take it anymore. There are so many stories I started to tell, so many stories I have told and saved as drafts. I was bound by time, specifically by telling stories in chronological order. It's a self imposed edict that has crippled me and kept me away from what I really like doing -- documenting.

I want to write about now more than I want to write about then. There are fun and exciting things happening, provocative thoughts being born and whatnot. For some reason, I felt like you readers wouldn't be able to appreciate the new and good without first reading about the old and not so good. But I can't return to my depressed former self to do justice to the sad, winter tales. It's a physical and mental impossibility. Ive grown. I've surrounded myself with so much positivity and opportunity, I barely remember those days when I didn't know why I was getting out of bed. So to force myself to go back and pretend to tap into those emotions would be to do a disservice to what was truly a deep and consuming misery. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?

Plus, it's May. We're a few months from repeats of the events I still haven't discussed. If my stories were cheese, they would have longed molded and liquified. It's time to cut losses and commit to moving forward. For someone with obsessive compulsive tendencies such as my own, this is a tough step to take. But it feels so good to see this page and these formatting tools and to type as the thoughts develop. And it's not that the old stories will all be forgotten. I'll post them in some sort of "Antecedent Adventure" mention at the bottom of my new posts. Yes they'll be out of order and at first it won't at all make sense. But years and years from now, when some brave soul wants to document the life and times of Danie D, all the tools will be in place.

Antecedent Adventure:
Back on The Mat