Here’s the thing. Blogs are a dying beast. With the development of Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and a myriad of other social media platforms, the blog in its simplest form has morphed into a conduit of verbal diarrhea. I am not blameless. I cannot tell you how many hundreds (perhaps thousands) of pictures I have on Facebook. I could simply place blame on my partner who is a bit of a social media junky but I like it. I like that I can look through my year in pictures and quotes. I am sure it will help me remember my youth when I’m old, gray, and filled with nostalgia. I won’t remember all the hard times, the days when all I wanted to do was crawl up in a ball, grab a bottle (or two) of wine, and listen to Anna Tomowa-Sintow (look her up, it will do you a world of good) and just wallow in the sadness and utter bleakness of life. Instead, I will look through my cataract-filled eyes at some Instagram-filtered pic and smile at the younger version of myself. But I digress…
The point is that for all the social vehicles out there, the blog has turned into the book of the tablet filled world. It’s simple and to the point. It was created to serve the blogger through his or her words and that, in all it’s 21st Century wonder, is a thing of beauty.
This is my start, my hope that whomever reads this can see that it is quite possible to create your own life. Not the life that some textbook told you to live. Not the life that worked 20 years ago. Your life.
In my 31 years on this planet I have been a professional opera singer, business major, non-profit lover, and now, diversity and inclusion practician. The point is that now, in 2013, the traditional way of thinking about a career trajectory is passe. Transferrable skills are all the buzz and most of us will have many careers before they shut the lid on our gravestones (I’ll be cremated thank you very much). This is about my journey: where I am now, where I came from, and where I’m going. Follow along if you dare but know that I am prone to tangents and I DARE you to put me in a box. I’m feisty. I will smash that box, hand it to you in pieces, and smile. Now that you’ve been warned, READ ON!
Josh and Grant 