After my last post I had someone send me a rather confrontational email challenging my stance on the qualities I claim a good man is comprised of. Their main repulsion was the line, "Life is black and white." I don't feel the need to explain myself, but our club code is the root of my way of life.
It wasn’t that long ago that people were content with a roof over their head, food in the fridge and love in their life. But somewhere along the way that changed. We went from being thankful for a pair of jeans to needing a dozen of them. And soon a dozen wasn’t enough.
The majority of my life I’ve tried to fit in. When I was young I strived to be athletic. I wasn’t. In my teens I found the arts. That seemed to resonate. But as I moved down the path to turn creating into a profession I realized my core principles weren’t parallel to those in the entertainment industry.
Awhile back I woke up with an itchy set of bumps on my right side. Initially, I thought it was a spider bite. After a quick google search I realized I might have shingles. A trip to the doctor confirmed my self-diagnoses.
It’s rather intimate to share something like this, but I do it in hopes that it’ll inspire others to listen to their body sooner than I listened to mine.
This is my 30th blog post since embarking on spreading the "good" of Good Men Brotherhood, DC. The number doesn't feel like much of a milestone in comparison to say 100 or 200, but it’s a step in the right direction. Today I’m going to take another step.
It’s a question I believe we all need to re-visit every so often. Are we the image we project or the one we're hiding from, or maybe all of the above? I can tell you in my experience many of us spend much more time controlling how we're perceived than doing the work necessary to actually become the person we portray.