Some of my loyal readers (currently my son, and perhaps a few unsuspecting passersby) have a wife. I can only hope that they serve the same practical purpose mine does. She is my compass. Let me explain…
Earlier this AM I copied a feed to my facebook that was a commentary on the state of Bailouts. I commented on the feed: “This just in: Clam squeezers (the industry of people that professionally squeeze the juice out of clams to make Clamato juice) are seeking a government bailout. More on this subject at the Trifling Blog: www.donwarrick.com”
Then the ranting began….Oh it felt good. I was filled with self righteous indignation and you could even hear the tempo and dynamic of my typing increase as I became more and more incensed, more and more puffed up, more and more filled with the sound of my own cybervoce”
Then, I felt a loving hand on my shoulder. It was my dear wife Miss Chicapee. She said in a very calm voice “Dear, are you sure you want to publish that? You see, I had just explained to her yesterday that everyone who was new, cool and hip had a personal blog as an adjunct to their corporate presence. I explained how tons of people on LinkedIn would have access to my editorializing.
She was simply looking over my shoulder, and looking out for my best interest at the same time.
Of course I bristled. I foamed. I rose from my chair in a huff telling her that of course she was right. Me and my wounded ego sprang out the front door and stood shivering on the front porch.
Several hours later, having composed myself; I realize that once again I have been caught up in the morality tale that is my life. The lesson? There is a point of radically diminishing returns with self righteous anger.
In short, if you are really really pissed about something that is way way way beyond your control; venting your spleen in your brand new blog might not be all that productive to your livelihood.
Today, I am grateful for my compass.
The Management