Thirty True Fans
Well, that didn’t last long.
I’ve toyed with the title of this post, asked myself “What’s the goal?”, and decided I’d leave it here -“Thirty True Fans” – where it’s been a while, a title only, because in fact that is the goal.
The not lasting long was my re-entry into the world of nine to five working stiffs, as I spent my last day on the job yesterday, and am now – again – a free man, perhaps not in Paris, but dreaming about it.
I am going to ask f
or your help, your support, your love. More on that in a bit.
I was working 24 hours a week in a “helping” job, helping people, and while it would be, I think, pompous or holier than though or something akin to say I left the job for “ethical” reasons, it wasn’t far from that. I have created a philosophy over a long career of what it means to be “human” in “human services”, the tangible, hope-filled energy and devotion necessary to perhaps show the way from here to a better there, and my vision clashed with the reality of where I landed back in the world of employment. So I couldn’t and wouldn’t do it. Yeah, I brought some theater to the workplace – you could call it guerrilla theater if you’re familiar with that concept – but likely not enough, certainly not enough to sustain me. In the end I gave four weeks notice, per policy, and they told me they only needed two. Possibly the feeling was mutual. There was no one begging me to stay.
Seventy years old, back to work for seven weeks, now unemployed again, once more on the government dole, where barely enough is the norm – in this case joyously and wildly gratefully accepted – a trade I have consciously made with a thrill in my heart and new maps for journeys glittering in my mind’s eye, journeys out there where there may be dragons. Moving forward. Forward.
I need 30 true fans. I cannot do this alone. Yin and yang. True fans will buy my books – all of them – the ones published, the ones in the pipeline. True fans will buy my greeting cards, supporting the creation of more. True fans will wait eagerly, and loyally, for the next short story, the next charcoal drawing, the next 30 x 40 painting – the next poem. The stories I have to tell.
Working for the man didn’t last long and now I’m signed up to work for the planet. I am hoping you will come along for the ride. Actually, I’m counting on it.
I just gave away one of your cow cards today. I will need more. Glad you’re taking the high road. I will help support your endeavors.
Thank you Joyce. I do consider you one of my true fans and look forward to a continued connection. Going to try something brand new for me over the next week or so, and up, in a big way, my creativity game. Yeah, it feels good to walk the one less traveled.
Daisyville…
it is time
for
Muy
Mas
Transformation
There
can
be
No more
Hesitation.
Off into
the great
Unknown
With an
orphaned Fairy
And
no
real
home.
Rising
from
smol der ing
ashes
Burned
&
beaten
Took my lashes
Stabbed in back
Stabbed in heart
Sometimes foolish
Sometimes smart
I won’t
do it
to myself
again.
I’ve
Got
the
key
I’m the jailer
I
Now
Release
Me
from
My
pen.
Bath in courage
Rinse the fear
Keep
my mental
Health-filled
Clear
Incense
Candles
Pray
Meditate.
Soak my cells
In love
Not hate.
Sitting here
in silence
in the room
Where
my granddaughter
Slept
God is great.
Take back your power
Don’t hesitate.
Sent from my iPhone
I heard what’s coming called The Great Transformation. I like that. The Age of Aquarius is here and we shine its light over and through the old darkness that denies our brilliance.
Amen.
Count me in on your journey Buddy. I am now looking out for your posts because I so enjoy reading them. Glad you’re not sticking at a job that’s not quite right for you. It just came into my head that when I was little there was a comic that I really liked which had one particular serial and I couldn’t wait for the next episode. The comic cost sixpence or something near that at the time, can’t remember rightly but my point is I would gladly pay a small subscription to read your stories. This ongoing one about interviews and jobs and selling your car is like a good soap!
Thank you so much Marie, this is exactly what I have in mind and I will be sharing my hopes for support in just a few more days. And, as always, your “Moody Cow” sustains me every morning when I write my Morning Pages.
Wow…
It’s great to know that there are others out there, wanting to share their art with others!
I’m glad that you decided to take the high road and refuse to work in contradiction with your ethical standard.
Forward is the way to go and I would like to count myself among those who will follow you and lead others…
Many thanks Matti. We are partners on this path.