My boss once suggested he was expecting me to blog. That was news to me, possibly good news, only - he had suffocated and stifled my voice, treating it of no account, for too long. It had become a poor, thin excuse for a voice, a voice that wavered knowing the buzzards of judgment were pre-emptively swooping and beeping. Intermittently dis- and re-appearing, with effort.
Still. Writing can be a good way to discover where I'm at. It clarifies muddle; it's fun to play with words. It feels like an opportunity; a tool and a school.
I want to take people places they may not otherwise go. Ooh, la la, really? Why?
P S I'm discovering my new role over these next months. It's been fun so far; I've felt well-received and I've enjoyed being recommended by friends, industry colleages and acquaintances. What I want is a matching excitement on both sides of the new partnership - me and my new boss. And a big but congenial role where I make things happen, and grow my effectiveness muscles through just the right amount of overuse.
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