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The Intangible Value of Diamond Shreddies

I like being fascinated, and this is fascinated. A must-watch for anyone who produces or consumes communication (yes, that’s you), especially that of the promotional type.

Canadian, Kiwi, and British friends: tell me more about Diamond Shreddies, please. I was compelled to do some research to believe that this really happened. It really did. Wow.

A brilliant dose of creative perspective tinged with good old British dry wit. Enjoy.

This is My Heyday

I’ve recently made a radical decision to enjoy what I do for money and to commit to doing what I’m good at. It’s a process, one I’m working through to a soundtrack of lovely music such as this. And it’s a little scary. It’s a risk. A step of faith.

As I busy myself tonight writing other people’s projects (happily, and for money), I’m going to borrow Mic Christopher’s words to express a bit of what I’m thinking.

Best read while listening to Glen Hansard’s cover. Not every lyric speaks to what I’m feeling, but the song transcendentally does.

Three months ago I was walking around the streets of Dublin at 2AM singing these out. I’m going to give it a try tonight in Brooklyn. If I close my eyes…

This is my heyday, baby.

And I’m NOT going to be afraid to shout.

For the sun
For the light
For the ride and for the masters
We come to be kind
To be warm here and after
We’ve been out
But we’re back
Because we’re graced in these matters

And we’ll rise.
And we did a little love
But we walked
We make a sound for the mesto
Make a little call to the right
to the ball and to the mast-top
And we

We fool around now and again
We’re looking good
But just as friends.

And this is our heyday baby
And we’re not gonna be afraid to shout
‘Cause we can make our heyday last forever
And ain’t that what it’s all about
Oh living, in our own terrible way.

And we lack a little love, but a sign
A sign to get a little messed up
Picking up the rules, for the chimes
Making up minds and making it last us
‘Cause we live alone, and now we’re grown
And we know what we’re after
And we’ll rise

Why haven’t I been writing?

I suppose you can call it a back-handed compliment when a friend comments on your blog to say, “This is great. But what the hell have you been doing with yourself for the last month?” What have I been doing? Why haven’t I been writing?

I’m not sure. It’s not that I haven’t had “content.” This is a blog that purports to be about world and self discovery, and I’ve traveled many miles in both territories. Traveled, yes. But I don’t know that I’ve reached any clear destinations. Though the dream to relocate permanently to Europe looms larger than ever, I still lack the job and accompanying visa that will get me here. Self discovery is a similar journey. I’m on the road, destination unsure. But clearer than it was a couple months ago.

A very wise man once told me I need to get comfortable moving toward something even if I don’t know exactly where I’m going. He was encouraging me about stepping out as a writer, but it’s a good bit of advice for life in general. As I reflect on my month of radio silence, I think my next step is to get more comfortable talking about the process. Because, although I don’t know all the details, I am very confident of the things that really matter—my purpose, the God that created me for it, and the fact that I’m to love people well along the way.

That’s enough of a road map for me. I’ll keep you posted about the journey.

22 Again

When I think about where my life is going and where it’s been, I see my undergrad media law class. Our famously tough professor told us she always had the course scheduled at 8AM so we’d get ready for the “real world.” It was a vague concept then, even in my senior year. But, somehow, in my mind’s eye, I can see myself sitting in that chair but looking out – down the proverbial road to my “real world” future.

It’s been eight years since then. I thought I’d be a journalist. I never was. I thought I’d transition to working in a PR agency. I did marketing, client side. I thought I’d go to law school. I worked at one, but used my tuition remission to earn a Masters in counseling. I thought I’d be married with babies. I’ve had just a handful of dates in eight years of living in New York, none serious. None producing babies.

Now, as I find myself reentering the job market in the midst of the “global financial crisis,” I’m starting to wonder what the last eight and a half years of my life have been about. I  believe that everything works out for the best, that all the detours in my journey have been leading to something. But to what?

I feel like I’m 22 again, embarking on a new career path and looking toward setting up life in a new city. Daunting? Yes. But honestly, when I can drop the pride, it’s not such a bad place to be. A clean slate. A good dose of hope. A good road ahead.


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