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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Life a funny thing...

One of the many reasons I started this business--besides the fact that the cats still refuse to work--is my fascination in figuring people out. It must be the voracious reader in me, but I'm always brooding about people's motivation. And not just in the, "Kim Kardashian really thought that marriage was going to work? Seriously?," sort of way, because, come on, people: she's an entertainer. She's a celebrity: that 'marriage' was theater and it did exactly what it was scripted to do. It made her and the soon-to-be-ex-hubby even more money, and even more (in)famous. What is, in my opinion, far more disturbing, is all the chatter on the Interwebs by apparently very credulous and under-employed people who take her "life" seriously and are deeply engrossed in her sprayed-on drama. These are the same people, one assumes, who don't have much of a sense of humor and who carefully read "Cosmo" articles for the insight. (Difficult to even type the words "insight" and "Cosmo" in the same sentence.) Ugh. So, I'm not losing sleep over Kim, but if she wants to hire me, I do have some availability.

No, I'm more interested in the motivation of real, actual thinking human beings. And I guess when I say 'motivation,' I mean interior life. The fact that people do, to quote Mr. Whitman, 'contain multitudes.' Some people assume that I get hired only by people in decline and crisis. People who need to be talked down off the ledge. Actually, I get hired by people whom on paper, or at least on Facebook, live enviable lives...but inside, they know that something's missing and they're searching for the courage and guidance to improve their situations.

It reminds me of one of my last jobs in TV, when I was working overnight for oh, a certain network, producing news segments for three shows. My shift was midnight to 9am. It was a wee bit stressful, in the sense that, for example, I was promoted from associate producer to operations producer, when my immediate superior had a heart attack in his chair during a show. And, as the EMT team worked to get breathing, my executive producer screamed at me to take over since we still had two other shows to get on the air. TV news, like Moscow, does not believe in tears. So I was 30, I was managing teams of editors and producers for three national news a friend said, I was "living like a rock star." Who'd ever want to leave this fabulous life?

Hmm, and yet here I am, engaged in the decidedly un-sexy daily grind of building a business that truly helps people...and I've never been happier or more fulfilled.

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