Exactly thirteen years ago today, I blogged1 that I had figured out what I wanted to do with my life: I wanted to meet interesting people. I think that, by any reasonable metric, I have been successful, though there is still plenty of room to grow.
I may never be famous. I may never be powerful. I may never be an influencer or a social nexus point2. But, as I wrote then, even Forrest Gump met a whole lot of interesting people just by being kind and being himself. That I can be (though sometimes it's not easy).
Exactly five years and five months ago tomorrow, I decided that I wanted to get to know Mr. G, and set about making it happen. It took a lot of concerted effort3 and in the end I believe that it was kindness that finally brought it about4.
As Conan O'Brien once said, "if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen." It's absolutely true.
- I was blogging in 1997, and had been for years at that point. Everyone thought I was crazy to put myself out there online.
- Particularly if I continue blogging as rarely as I do.
- More than I care to admit, actually, lest anyone get the wrong idea.
- Being yourself might be sufficient if your self is sufficiently awesome. In my case, I think that the kindness made up for, or at least distracted from, my other shortcomings.