I cannot describe how frustrating it is that this blog took so long to put together. It is sad because I manage other people’s blogs and other social media elements for my job. It feels like life has been moving in fast forward since getting married 5 years ago, my wife and I having 2 kids, and in a job where there is little time to breathe. I have recognized that I can either let life move on or get these thoughts out. I’ve been writing for a long time but have been mostly a chicken to not share it with anyone. This is an attempt to be as authentic as possible. Expect me to make mistakes. Expect me to share ideas about pop culture influence. Expect me to share my love for history. Expect stories and lessons I’ve learned from my life in publishing. Don’t expect me to sell you something you don’t want, expect me to share. Expect me to share a little bit about my wife and two little girls and what they are teaching me. Expect me to be focused at times and scattered in others. If it is okay, I’d like permission from you to fail but to fail big. Ask anyone close to me, I don’t have it all together. I am inspired by so many people; my lovely wife, my kids, parents, sister, other family, friends, teachers, and colleagues.
I’ll leave you with this story. One of my favorite moments in life was when I moved to Scotland. I had graduated from college early and desired to try something totally different before I entered the work world. It was a different world before 9/11 but I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I moved there without a job and without a clear idea what I was supposed to do. But, I knew in my prayers to trust God’s guidance and take these literal steps. I left the comfort of Edinburgh with its numerous America tourists and ventured to Glasgow, which was a more genuine Scottish city without Yanks. After arriving in Glasgow by bus, I took a cab to the local hostel. They were full. No room at the inn for this young naive American. I could either find some nice hotel but that felt like cheating. I was wearing a huge hiking pack and a smaller backpack on my front. To top it off, I brought my golf clubs, yes my golf clubs with me (long story). I stepped out of the hostel and looked over the foggy Kelvingrove Park and the other side was Glasgow University. Hope was on the other side with the promise of a warm bed and a job. It was time to take a step into the unknown adventure. In time, I’ll share more of those stories, you will laugh and cry with me. You will also soon understand why I have titled this blog “A Letter To America.” It just edged out suggested titles from friends like “CrapMagnet.com, HiI’mRogerMurdochI’mTheCo-Pilot, or Cool-Writer (yes I may have liked Grease 2).”
Let all of us step out of our comfort zones, remove the mask and enjoy this life together.
By the way, you have probably noticed that this blog has lots of holes in it. It is incomplete as is life. But, as Steve Jobs says “Real artists ship,” I will not wait any longer and get this thing going. I appreciate your help in advance to make it what it is supposed to be.