We’re getting into what’s known as the holiday season, at least in the U.S. This weekend, as a matter of fact, is Columbus Day weekend, and banks are closed, as well as no mail delivery, on Monday. Yeah, we still give Columbus credit for discovering a country that was already thriving; so be it.
When I was a kid, I loved all holidays; I think most kids do. As I got older, I stopped liking every holiday except Thanksgiving. That was when Mom pulled out the stops when it pertained to food. She’d make the large turkey with homemade cornbread dressing, giblet gravy, mashed potatoes, yams, peas (okay, I didn’t like this part, but it was part of the bargain) and of course the hot rolls. Then later on we’d have our choice of either homemade sweet potato pie or strawberry cake; yeah, I hate strawberries, but there was something about Mom’s number one homemade dessert that overruled it all.
Since Dad passed Mom has stopped cooking, and thus the day isn’t any different than any other time I visit her. So, it’s now swinging around to Christmas, where I love seeing the faces of people when they get gifts from me, and I’m starting to enjoy once more receiving gifts from others; I hadn’t enjoyed that since I was 13, and I’m not sure why. Christmas was also my dad’s favorite holiday; I don’t think Mom ever had a favorite holiday, and that puts her with my wife.
So there’s the question; what’s your favorite holiday, no matter where you live?
What prompted this post? Our friend John isn’t doing all that well physically. I don’t think he’d mind me telling you this, since he wrote it on his blog 21st Century Affiliate Marketing. Actually, he’s ending his blog, and it’s possible that if you’re interested he’d sell you the domain name and wish you the best of luck with it. John’s a great guy, and I hope y’all stop by to give him your best wishes.
One of those things that happens when you start getting older is that you start thinking a little bit about your mortality. Sure, it can happen when you’re younger, and truthfully it’s one of those things that’s scared me for most of my life. I haven’t had to deal with it all that often, and my dad is the closest person to me who’s no longer here, though I also had a college friend who passed away in 1994 that I didn’t see coming, though I probably should have.
I have no children. I tend to believe people have children for three reasons. One, they didn’t plan it; it just happened. Two, because they have this sense of family that they just need to perpetuate because it’s not they grew up. And three, because they want to be remembered in some way, to carry on the family legacy. I know that’s why I’m here; my dad wanted to carry on the line, and he hoped I’d continue things. That won’t happen, unfortunately, but I figure I have lots of cousins who have kids of their own, lots of males, so there will be Mitchell’s for a long while.
Still, I’ve often thought about if I would have a legacy when I’m no longer around. Yes, I want to have some sort of legacy. I want to leave my mark on this earth that will be remembered at least by a few people when I’m gone for some years, more than just family members. To whit, that’s why I’ve created so many things. None have made me famous yet, so I continue working at it, hoping one day that I’ll hit upon the big one, and then I’ll be happy and rich.
Rich is an important component of this whole thing because I have a main goal and a secondary goal. My main goal is selfish; I want a large house. Actually, I have no idea how large the house would be, but it would a a ranch style, one story ranch of course, with lots of space inside, along with a few other things. The second goal is that I’d love to create a research center of some sort that I could put in my parent’s name. What would it research? Well, that I haven’t totally locked my mind on. It could be cancer, since Dad had cancer, and I know so many people who have had and now have cancer. It could be diabetes because it’s a family disease that I also have. It could be heart research, since heart attacks are scary as anything. And it could be renal research, since Dad was on dialysis, and unfortunately I think I’m going to be heading in that direction in my future (I know, my wife tells me to stop predicting my future as well).
No matter how it occurs, I want to be remembered this way; a nice guy who tried to help people and achieved his dreams while helping others achieve theirs as well. What about you?
I was having a conversation with a friend of mine regarding people not subscribing to my blog. Actually, the conversation was more along the lines of why she didn’t subscribe to any of my blogs. She will read a post if I send her a particular post link, but otherwise, it just doesn’t happen.
She wrote back saying she was a terrible friend, but I wasn’t having any of that. See, the thing is that I’ve often wondered how any of us really believe we can sell and market to others, as well as get people to subscribe to things we do, if we can’t even get our friends and families to participate in the process. After all, these are the people who supposedly know us best, and at least are supposed to like us in some fashion, yet when it comes down to it you’re not writing anything of interest to get them to participate.
Not counting my internet friends, I have four friends of mine who are subscribed to this blog in some fashion; that’s it. I have a few more subscribed to my business blog. I’m not sure any of my friends are subscribed to my finance blog, but I wouldn’t expect them to be since it’s kind of, well, out of their realm of caring.
One truth of mine is that I’m subscribed to every one of my friend’s blogs. Only two of them write fairly regularly, and every once in awhile I comment, but I see everything. I’ve always felt it was the thing to do, but at the same time, I’m really interested in what people have to say, when they decide to say it. Just seeing them express themselves, no matter what it is, thrills me to no end. Yet, it’s not reciprocal.
Of course there is a difference. I’m really hoping to grow my blog, whereas most of them are just looking to say something and move on. Most of them probably have way fewer people following them than I do, but that’s not really the point. I guess my point, or question, is if my thinking that if I can’t even convince my friends or family to read things I write, let alone comment, then am I kidding myself in thinking that other people should be interested in it?
I know I’m not alone on this one, so please tell me your thoughts; I’d really like to know. Not that I’d stop, but I’m just trying to get my mind around it all. Thanks; enjoy your day.