Hello. I realized that my last blog was on 9/11. Is there some relation to that fateful day and my thoughts fading away? Is my life becoming so normal that I have nothing to say? The light bulb has flickered a couple of times in the last month, but before it turned into a real glow things went dark.
As I sit in my cubicle, my mind wanders from one idea to the next, rarely giving a nod to selling printing. All of the years of involvement with the graphics industry is becoming more and more of a distant memory. I ignore the nudging that tries to wake me to an opportunity. My "work" habits lately are a waste of time. I wake from my coma sitting in this crappy office chair and think, "What am I doing here?" There must be an answer. I have to look in the right part of my heart.
Our little music club hosted Bernard Allison last Friday night. If you have not witnessed the talent in this man, you are missing something. He is spectacular...even though he was not in full touring mode. Playing the guitar and singing songs you love for thousands of people around the world probably becomes "old hat" at times. None the less, he put on a show that people in this little burg will talk about for a while.
Two different friends of mine have suggested that being in a rut is a good thing. I try to find the comfort in that concept, but I struggle with it. For the last 25 years I have made each day a new venture. I looked forward to rolling out of bed. I don't see the challenge any more. Things are what they are. I need some new expectations on myself. The other night a friend of mine expressed his fear of making a "risky" career move. I laughed inside, thinking, "that is all I have ever done." It made me realize that I'm missing that little troll on my shoulder named Risk.