Having spent the past 35 years putting words in other people's mouths, it's finally time to find my own voice. Not that I haven't been able to compensate for the sublimation of this voice by inserting the occasional self-fulfilling approach, method or viewpoint into the words of an "official spokesperson" in absence of an offered corporate message track.
I've been lucky; working for non-profits, the goals to which I almost universally subscribe at a very deep personal level. This seems, by and large, to have brought me a great deal of satisfaction despite the frustrations of keeping my mouth shut, especially when the bad angel on my shoulder occasionally fumed with rage.
But here I sit, still alive at an age that I once believed to be so far in the future that I would most likely never reach it...having obviously expired from the rigours of the journey.
But the rigours of the journey seem to be what keeps the mind fresh, the spirit buoyant. And so, walking away from the fray of labour negotiations, dismissing the now supreme political regime I once helped build, somehow feels right. Freeing my consciousness (and conscience)...my words...from the (often self-built) shackles seems wonderfully liberating.
And where will it take me? No idea, but I'm hoping to have some fun. So stay with me, friend (if I might be so bold). Challenge me, support me and take me with a grain of salt. Engage me, because that is the essence of life.
