A couple of weeks ago, I took my kids to a performance of The Nutcracker. As an indication of how steeped they are in the style of the Pacific Northwest, where getting dressed up means putting on your good fleece, I said something my eight-year-old daughter about wearing a dress. She practically choked out the words, "What do you mean, dress?"
But I digress before I've even begun. So, we went to The Nutcracker. My daughter opted for black, my four-year-old son wore his fanciest dinosaur shirt, and I did wear a dress. But I couldn't manage wearing heels so I basically wore fancy flip flops. It worked – it's the PNW.
Anyway, we were early (when does that ever happen?), and we were wandering through the lobby looking at all the exhibit tables. We came to a table for our local newspaper, The Seattle Times. A gentleman was giving away a nutcracker with each new subscription to the paper. I asked him a few questions and found out he was retired from a job that didn't have to do with the newspaper. He was doing this as a side gig because he feels journalism is important.
I had three thoughts:
- There's no way I'm resisting this sales pitch. Just give me the sign-up slip.
- Isn't that cool to do something you feel so passionate about after you retire?
- I love journalism and I'm worried too
So yes, I got a new subscription to the Seattle Times. I doubt we'll ever make the Style section, but now if we do, I'll know about it.
I've published a related post on my personal blog: Don't Call Me Nice...Please
I also post on Mondays at the Heart of the Matter blog, a great shared blog of personal storytelling with a podcast that features inspirational creatives and a team that teaches/speaks about corporate creativity. My book about my journey to find what fueled my dad's indelible spark and twinkle can be found on Amazon: Finding My Father's Faith.
You can find me on Instagram and Twitter @wynneleon
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