Tag Archives: greater purpose

What My Blog Says About Me.

Lets be honest. I don’t put a whole lot of thought into my blog. I don’t have an editorial strategy of what I’m going to post. I do, however, put a lot of “me” into this space. The sub-theme, “Heaping Scoops Of My Brain,” isn’t just clever witticism, This space is really all about what I’m thinking at the moment.

Clouds from a plane

I don’t have a tag cloud enabled on my blog for a reason. I don’t think it adds anything to your experience here. However, I was going through some of the features on the back-end of wp.com and I found it has a tag cloud of your commonly used tags and such. These are mine. As I approach the end of the year, and my 200th(!!) blog post, I was going to do some reflection to what I’ve learned in my time here. Prepare yourself. 🙂

I have never thought of myself as a motivator or as inspirational. I have always just thought myself as a storyteller, someone you can relate to and someone you’d like to call a friend.

Again, thanks for sticking around with me. I hope it gets better from here. (If you want to see the posts which are related to the above tags. Click on them, it should take you there.) Going through them, I learned a lot about my writing style and how it’s changed since I began this thing.

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Be Thankful; I Am.

I could write something super sentimental but I thought there’s a much better way to tell you what I’ve been thankful this year. Since I like to take pictures of just about everything, I thought I’d show you.

Some Sports Firsts:

Safeco Field, Seattle, Washington, Mariners

I’ve been fortunate to attend two major sports events this year. My hometown teams, (don’t hate, I grew up in Seattle,) the Seattle Mariners, and the Seattle Seahawks games were exciting, while the Mariners lost, the Seattle Seahawks celebrated their first win of the season in a total nail biter. The stadium in Seattle is billed as one of the loudest in the National Football League. You can hear what that’s like here.

Centurylink Field Seattle Washington Seahawks

Having Enough To Eat:

I love to cook. I’ve showcased some of that here on my blog. I am fortunate and thankful that I’ve been able to provide for myself this year. There are so many people out there who cannot.

Some things I have enjoyed this year:

A balanced meal:
mmmm.  @sarahmsalter

A double-bacon heart attack: (It’s delicious!)
Humdingers Hamburgers on Barbur blvd, portland oregon

People:
To my 22 regularly subscribed readers. Thank you. Most of this what comes forth from my head is just what shakes out when I’m thinking, but you all stick with me, through the rants, through the raves and through all this. Thank you, thank you, thank you. We’re a small but determined group.

Below you’ll see some more photos of things I’ve seen this year:

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Crossroads. Help Me, Pathfinder!

I’m at a crossroad with my education. I am getting close to graduating with my Associates of Business Administration degree. (YAY!) However, I am also looking at what the future holds for me.

crossroads at night
(Used via Creative Commons, thank you dsmoljanovic!)

I am a storyteller, not as in, “the fish was this big” stories, but more so, “this is why you want to partner with us” stories. I also believe in great customer service; sales helps the bottom line grow but customer service is the key to retaining those customers. As I look at my career and what the future holds for me, I have come to the realization that I need to be working towards something greater when dealing with my education.

As you may have read in previous posts, I find it very sad that experience is not enough in this world, and that very few things that I have learned in the community college environment have been new applications to me in business. I’m certain there are things I will learn in the future that will help me in my career, but I’m having a hard time finding new things to learn, when I’ve been working for more than a decade.

3/52 Un trabajo duro / A hard work
(Used under creative commons, thank you bibigeek!)

Now that I’ve rambled on a bit, this is where I have to ask you, dear readers, for some help. As I near the end of my Associates program, I have to decide to go down one of three pathways:

1: Be done with education; take my Associates degree and run.
2: Spend more time in Community College and seek another specialized Associates Degree.
3: Pursue a Bachelors degree.

The first option is simple. Pack up my knapsack and run.

The second option is a little more difficult. I would have to do some serious soul searching to decide which program I would want to complete.
The Urn Burns (All Souls Procession)
Used under creative commons, thank you cobalt123!)

The third option is much like the second option, although I have narrowed it down to four disciplines: Communications, Public Relations, Marketing, or Journalism.
Storytelling at West Lothian libraries
(Used under creative commons, thank you Scottish Libraries!)

The reasons for one of the above four degrees are simple:

I want to tell your story.

I want to communicate with your consumers.

I want to make the consumer experience better.

Looking forward into my crystal ball, I note that I have to have a degree or pedigree, to do so. So what direction do I take?

My grandmother has always told me, “when in doubt, punt,” so I am. Any advice/observations you may have would be greatly appreciated.

National Coming Out Day?

It’s once again National Coming Out Day. I meet this day with trepidation every year because I think that many people feel pressured to come out and do so fairly publicly.

Coming Out?

Coming out is a very personal decision. It’s not one that should be taken lightly, it’s ok to be who you are but it’s also something that you should ensure that you’re well equipped to handle, it’s not something you should go through alone. Sometimes, Coming out may just mean saying it to yourself, acknowledging it to your friends or maybe it doesn’t. Either way, having the proper support network is essential.

Having said that, some people are probably experiencing a great deal of strife as they are considering whether the should or shouldn’t come out. There’s been many statements/videos, from the President all the way down to my little dog and pony blog telling you, that if you’re having a rough time right now, it does get better – life does make you stronger, but sometimes it hits a couple of rough patches. Be wary of those.

There is a greater purpose to this day, something that should reach beyond any one group of individuals, it should reach deep inside each one of us.

o is for open
(Used under creative commons; thank you Michael W. May!)

This extends past a single day dedicated to coming out of the closet. It can mean a lot of things, “coming out” has been monopolized; however, in life we all have things that we may not feel strong enough to express publicly, that’s ok. You don’t have to, you should never feel pressured to do so, in the end, the only person you have to answer to is the one you see in the mirror everyday.

mirror ball
(Used under creative commons; Thank you Lovestruck!)

So today, and every day, be there for someone, even if it’s just saying hello. You never know what turmoil is just below the surface. You never know who needs to see that smile. You never know who would benefit from any of those things. You never know who will benefit from hearing, “You’re not alone, I’m here with you. Let’s walk together.” Maybe we all need to hear that.

It’s easy to make a difference and easy to change the course of someone’s day.

There is no harm in trying.

You’re Welcome?!?

This weekend, I got to volunteer for an inaugural all-girl 5K and half-marathon called Run Girl Run. It was a fun event, but there was something pretty interesting that happened to me. I mean, I was a volunteer. I just had to get up, get in the car, and get to the event. As a course marshal, I just had to stand there at the 4.5 mile marker and make sure that someone stopped at the stop sign and that the runners made their way down the right side of the course.

As I left the main area to head over to my designated spot at 7:30 AM, there were only a few runners moseying around. I got to my location and waited:

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Alone, I waited. I watched the occasional car drive by, I listened to the roosters crow; I even smelled the faint scent of someone frying bacon in the house next to my post.

And, I waited.

First runners
Hark! Ahoy! The first runners came heading up the road. I moved to my designated spot with my orange safety vest and ushered the runners in the right direction.

“Good job!” I said as the first couple of runners came by.

And they said: “Thank you for being here.”

*Blink*

Then the next group, “Thank you!” And the next, “Thank you for doing this!” and again, and again…

Wait, What? I said to the next ones, “You’re doing the hard part! Way to go!”

“Thanks for keeping us safe,” came the reply.

There were nearly 300 runners on the course, and no matter how out of breath they were, how they may have been struggling, they managed to say “thank you.”

And maybe I’m a moosh, but it still moves me.

Maybe there’s something we can all learn from this group of runners with moxie — saying thank you to a person, no matter the circumstances should be the norm, not an exception. How great we all can feel with just a hint of gratitude, just a sliver of acknowledgement.

As all the runners and walkers came by, they said thank you, and I was only one person on the course. I am truly certain they thanked everyone along the course.

Run Girl Run

Aw shucks ma’am, I’m just doing my job.

To Be Purposed To Death.

I’ve noticed a trend lately. Meetups & Tweetups are being turned into “Purposed” Meetings, CauseUps etc. I know everyone wants to feel like they’re doing some good, but I can’t help but wonder, are these just the new “Grip & Grin?”

Maybe my purpose for going to tweetups is different than everyone else. I go for the social aspect of it. I go to get to know these online people better offline. I don’t have an agenda when I attend.

My endorsement of a project, a cause, or anything else, comes from my research of the item, not because I like the person attached to it. Maybe I’m a little shallow that way. Sure, having a relationship with the person helps me become interested in it, but it’s not going to be my primary decider of why I’m involved.

When you’re a small business owner, I get it, you have to capitalize, monetize, evaluate where your dollars are going. But why take an event, which is social in nature and structure it to death? Peering into my crystal ball; if you take away the loose-fitting social nature of these events, you’ll lose the social nature of the people and you’ll end up with only people who are trying to make a buck off the attendees, or you’ll piss someone off because you, the organizer, had to choose one group over the next. If you want that kind of headache, go ahead. But PLEASE, warn me ahead of time that I’m going to get the soft/hard sell… I may swing for the fences, but I’m going to let that “pitch” sail right on past. Everytime.

I’ve been to those events, No thanks.

Why Do We Care?

I was talking with a friend recently and the conversation turned to their feelings about how they were going to be viewed by another group. My instant reaction: “Eff them.” If they’re too busy spending time judging you for your opinions to actually enjoy you as a friend, why would you give them the time of day?

This got me to thinking… Why do we give so much power to those who we want to consider friends? I mean, we can be considerate, that’s a given… But why do we constantly worry about how we’ll be viewed? Is that the driving force in our existence? I’ll admit, I probably worry too little about how the general world perceives me and far too much about how I want to project my “image.” Very often, I get into a mood, like today, where I would like nothing more than to live in a remote cabin, in the middle of nowhere, no internet connection, no television, just some good books and a notebook. I know it would drive me crazy, because I’m a people person by nature, but I would really love the disconnection, for a while.

I think.

Back to the aforementioned topic… Why do we care so much about how we are perceived by others? Why don’t we feel secure enough in our opinions to give them, regardless of “how we look?”

Just a thought.

Still, one of my favorite sayings, ever: “Fuck them if they can’t take a joke.” (Even if it’s not a joke. Sometimes you just have to make your feelings known, say or write what you’re thinking, from the heart or from the head, and those who agree or disagree will come and go as they please. Seeking approval will sometimes just drive you mad.