My Muse Is Confused

While brainstorming to myself about my business blog Make HR Happen there are way too many thoughts rejected because they go deeper than the traditional professional intent of the blog. While I am not ashamed of my faith, my political leanings or my dedication to my family, there are only a few choice occasions where that seems to be appropriate. I talked about Mom on Mother's Day and even posted her picture, but the article didn't show the depth of my love for her or how much I miss her. I asked permission from Sharon and Jeff about posting a picture of Rachael in an appeal for the Trisomy 18 Foundation, but was careful to protect their privacy from online hucksters who would tarnish the memory of that sweet innocent child who changed all of our lives. I'm not sure why I have so much to write about that is off-topic for a business blog. There is always something overflowing from my brain which doesn't make it to the keyboard.

This is the start of another venue for my creative juices. The intent is to peel back the outer layer of my business self (Yes, Shrek, it is like an onion!) to reveal some of what is inside. I don't even know at this point if it will be a regular thing, but I do know that my need to write is somehow tied to my need for air. As long as there is breath in me I will continue to tickle the keyboard and hopefully most of the thoughts that appear on the screen will have meaning to somebody.

Several years ago Melissa gave me a beautiful (but empty) book with "The Story of a Lifetime" on the spine in gold letters. I guess at some point I'm supposed to write stuff about me so that nothing is lost to future generations about where I came from and all the whats and wherefores that make up my life. I am ashamed that there is so little of me to pass on, but in my geneaolgy research I have learned that some of my ancestors should also be ashamed for hiding from me. I hear ghosts from the past crying out to be found, but they left few clues to who they were. Those in my family who share my need to write should also start telling everybody who they are as well.

Sometimes my professional blog posts take weeks of research to complete. Some end up being so cerebral that I doubt if many actually read the whole thing, but I have made a commitment not to simply post something as a "me too" account as so many others do. My commitment to this blog is to show up and say what is on my mind at the time. If I say something to piss you off, well tough! Get over it! You can argue with me that I am wrong about facts, but you can't argue that my opinion is not my opinion. How can an opinion be wrong? Hopefully it sheds some light on what makes the rest of me tick. Oh, and one final thing about peeling the onion...it's very hard to put back the outer layers once they have been removed.