Posted by Dominic
Wed, 14 Jan 2009 02:10:00 GMT
Something that’s been on my mind a lot the last few months, is the concept of being authentic.
One of my struggles has always been the struggle between fully being myself, and being some slightly tempered-down version of me that is more palatable to people around me. (for any definition of “palatable”)
Especially in the workplace, where many people have expectations around you. Image, behavior, often opinions - you name it. We’re constantly pigeon-holed, whether we want it or not.
I don’t think it’s good to deny yourself, however little - so one of my nearer-term goals is to be more authentic.
Be more Dominic.
…
The world will surely quake.
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Posted by Dominic
Fri, 21 Nov 2008 18:34:00 GMT
The introduction of my grandfather’s book starts with this:
It is the first two decades of a man’s life that shape him. What he learns during this time of love and hate, justice and injustice, right and wrong — stays with him a lifetime.
I knew that this was true, but never really experienced it. While I grew up in a strict family, I was never abused or beaten while I grew up — sure, I was disciplined at times, but nothing beyond that.
However, I was made fun of relentlessly when I was younger, for various reasons — being gullible, being relatively nice to people in general, and most of all… probably just having one of those easily-teased personalities.
So imagine my surprise when I came to the realization that this harassment from 20+ years ago cost me my recent relationship of 5 years.
Oh, yes — I’m diggin’ the irony here. Mr. I-never-had-any-baggage taken captive by his own baggage.
I’ve started meeting with a shrinktherapist, so we’ll see how that goes.
How’s that for some unexpected insight?
:)
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Posted by Dominic
Tue, 06 Nov 2007 02:26:00 GMT
There he walks, the little child, plodding along.
One step, hundred steps, a thousand steps.
Plodding, on and on, neverending.
Where is he going?
.
.
.
As I look around me, all I see is concrete, dried grass and dead leaves.
All around me is death and destruction. Void of any life.
Then, at last - sign of life!
Shades of green, shades of white.
… It was a potted plant.
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Posted by Dominic
Fri, 02 Nov 2007 04:19:00 GMT
So I had this great beginning of a blog post worked out earlier this afternoon. It was well written, witty, and with just enough edge to suck you, dear readers, in.
And then I lost it. In a fit of un-cooperativeness, my web browser hung, and I had to watch with tear-filled eyes as I manually killed it, and tried to restart.
Of course it restarted - it always does. But this edit box - the very one that I am typing in RIGHT NOW - was empty. Poof. Gone.
And there was much gnashing of teeth - grumbling, growling, cursing of the computer-gods… All in vain.
So I am starting over. A clean slate, a fresh start - new possibilities to woo you, to squeeze one more ounce of reader attraction out of my meager writing skills….
It is odd, really - I spent the last few days trying to come up with something new to write. It had been just the right amount of days since my last post - not too long (well, it has been too long now). I had several days worth of material to write about… Halloween, Maker faire, my day-to-day living.
But fate would have it that none of this inspired me. Not at all. Amid the previously-mentioned gnashing of teeth, mutterings about my muse, et cetera - the fountain had dried up. My muse, where was she? (I suspect she was enjoying a cup of late-night coffee at one of our most excellent coffee shops nearby.)
And that brings us here. To this. It is nowhere near as funny as older writings, and yet somehow, I hope you have made it all the way through to the end. Or the almost-end. The this-would-be-done-if-you-would-only-shut-up-dom.
And that’s what I’ll do now.
Good night, and thanks for making it through.
Oh, and screw the world. :)
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