In my last post, I described that someone sent me an email to ask me to share some of what I have learned. So I posted about learning to listen and not always be the first one with an opinion.
Today, I will write about another thing my email-writer remarked about:
You emphasize detail and the importance of quality: Fewer and fewer people appreciate these wonderful things or express their gratitude when someone takes the time to demonstrate them.
Again, wow… I really did not think that this little blog would have this characteristic noted. Thank you.
Regarding the topic… (more after the jump)
I sincerely appreciate that I have a small but loyal following on this blog. Recently, I received an email from a reader who said,
I hope that you will use your blog as an opportunity to write more about your life. I particularly benefit from hearing the philosophy of life that people have developed as they’ve grown up and become wiser — even in small doses like “I don’t know everything, but here are a few things I know for sure.”
Wow… great (rare) feedback. Thank you!
So this post is about “a few things I have learned” from this old fart’s perspective… more after the jump.
A while back, I was asking for ideas on topics for blog posts. A regular reader suggested, “why don’t you write about your first experiences in boots and leather?”
Well, here goes…
In my previous blog post, I asked for ideas to write about for this blog. A regular reader suggested…
Yes, if you have not figured it out already, I am “different.” And proudly so. What makes me different? Read on.
This is the final post in my series describing my life after high school, through college, in the working world, and in finding my calling for caregiving.
This post is about the other half — the non-working — world of my life. Experts say that…
This post summarizes my job transitions from 2004 ’til now. A future post will summarize the rest of my life, marriage, and future outlook, then I’ll be done mesmerizing you with my boring lil’ ol’ life story.
When I left off in Part 7, I had resigned from a job I thought would be the last of my working career when a massive reorganization and appointment of an incompetent boss became more than I was willing to suck up and try again to “make it happen.”
Yep, here and now, I admit that there are times in one’s life when your experience and intuition tells you…
I call this blog post my “caregiving thread.” I have learned over time that caregiving is internal to my very nature. I don’t know quite how or why, but I have a natural intuitive caregiving gift, so family and friends have observed and told me. This inner caregiving drive and intuition is also something that my twin brother knew about me before I did.
Since my college days, I have been doing one form or another of caregiving for: a) people who experienced tragedies by volunteering with a recognized voluntary organization; b) through active service with a local fire department and rescue squad; c) by helping a cadre of senior pals with home repairs and grocery shopping; and d) through direct caregiving for an uncle, an aunt, my spouse, and now my mother-in-law.
The art of caregiving is something I do… and that makes me, “me.”
This blog of my life story is about my job situation. This is where “don’t live regrets: make it happen” truly applies. Generally, this is a summary of my years in the first half of my working world.
This will be among the last of these posts. I can see that they are uninteresting to most folks. Soon I will return to the boots that are the roots of this blog.
Let’s see now, it’s five years later than the period of my last post. Where am I from 1993 to 1998?