Happy Anniversary to me. 29 years and counting at my current job. Yep, started out of high school on April 23rd, 1994; that was another lifetime ago. This anniversary also applies to this here blog/website. I started posting 9 years ago. After I made my 20, I decided to start doing something about my passions… Chicago sports and writing are two of them, so here we are. Why have I kept doing it every day (catching up at times) every day since then? 365 days X 9 years X approximately 500 words (conservative estimate) per…. 1.6M words I’ve typed here. WTF?!?!
Well, for starters, it’s mine. Nobody tells me what to write. Nobody tells me when to write it by. I do whatever I want in this space, maybe since I can’t in my other spaces in life? I wouldn’t say I’m so “contained” in my other aspects. Sure, I have to compromise with my wife at home, and yes, our world does revolve around our son, but that’s what I signed up for, right? This is what I wanted. Yes, my job is a corporate one; yes, there are rules to follow, and yes, sometimes I get pissed about that, but… in general, for the most part, I take care of what I have to without being bothered. I enjoy the people I work with. I enjoy what I do. Sure, would I like to get paid more for it? Who doesn’t… I do deserve a lot more btw. Maybe that’s another reason I do it; I want more. Like what? What do I want? Well, I need an outlet for my passion. Sure, I write many emails a day; I send text messages daily. Yet, it’s not “writing” you know? Depending on the type of writing, you may have to do research; sometimes I do. But this topic that I’ve chosen, Chicago sports, is more of an opinion based deal. Yes, I have a lot of opinions on my teams, and I need to share them. Do I share them personally? Yes, with pretty much everybody I talk to, but that’s not enough. No, I need to write… I need to type… I need to get it out, and in the process, get other things out… kind of like the Hate Files. Sometimes I’ll spill some personal stuff… I’ll talk about my kid and his sports adventures. Maybe one day, when he’s a lot older, he can look back and read about some of this stuff. This is kind of a diary of sorts too… a personal history/log of my thoughts/feelings about this subject, and life stuff too. Maybe somebody will care one day… maybe not. I do it because I want to do it, period. I stick with things… still close w/my parents, siblings, and their families… have known my wife for 22 years, married for 12 of them… still at the same gig for 29 years… kind of like those guys that stay with the same team their entire careers, it feels at times like I’m a dying breed, but there are plenty of more people out there just like me; we’re just not the ones you hear a lot about, because we’re doing what we have to do everyday, not worrying about telling you about it. I guess this is my version of “telling you about it”… It doesn’t take long, although there are days/times when I don’t have many minutes… I make the time though, one way or another… while I’m on one of those meetings at work that I don’t really need to be on… speaking about those… I gotta go. See you tomorrow.
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