Happy almost-December. Did you watch the Parade on Thanksgiving? My son-in-law Nick was a stilt-walking rooster near the front of the Parade. William and I went downtown to watch in person, but the crowds overcame us and we ended up watching on the TV inside Lindy’s. It was still fun, very traditional, very New York. Then we walked to The Village and had dinner with Nick and Adair at Sacred Chow. The next morning I left for the New Age Health Spa to lecture and to take a Reiki course, which was quite enlightening.
Thanks to everyone who commented on last week’s post, “Gratitude in Times of Change.” This morning there was an editorial by David Carr in The New York Times, which spoke about the very same thing. He talked about young people flocking to Manhattan to do drudge work at newspapers, magazines, and publishing houses and, if they could put up with it long enough, find themselves promoted to positions of power in these industries of information. Now it’s all different: they’re coming and finding closed doors. He did end with a positive note about cabals of wunderkinder coming up with stunning ways of doing things in the brave new techno-world, but he didn’t say much about how everybody else would make a living. That, presumably, remains to be seen.
Someone did write in a comment after Wednesday’s post, “Please keep giving us ‘a charmed life’.” You know what? I’m pretty sure this blog is going to end. The lovely folk at Beliefnet (they really are the best) offered to renew my contract, but I’ve never quite “gotten” the blog thing. I think if my commitment were for a weekly post, I’d be great, but daily is tough. I sometimes find myself writing when I have nothing to say, just because I’m supposed to get something up here five times a week. That makes me feel bad: there is enough twaddle out there without my adding to it.
I also haven’t figured out how to become a sufficiently popular blogger. I’m told that the way to do that is to find out what’s big on Google on any given day and write to that, but it’s either something about a celebrity or something about politics. I don’t have a lot of interest in celebrity goings-on; and the one time I ventured into politics, about the health care debate, a large number of people came to the blog, but many of them were mad as hell. I knew that half the people would disagree with me—that’s always the way it is with political issues—but I wasn’t prepared for the venom. One person, a kind one, wrote in saying, “You have to stop writing about this or you’ll lose all your readers.” Gosh. Talk about a rock and hard place. I did stop because, even though I have as much right as anybody to an opinion on health care, it’s not my area of expertise. Yes, the subject lured in blog-readers, but I’d be shocked if one of those actually had any interest in my other work.
The main reason, however, that I will soon either retire from blogging or resurrect it in a different (and less frequent) format is that there are still books in the world, and it’s time for me to write one. If I put my heart and soul (and an hour-and-a-half) into a daily blog post, there’s less of me left for the book. Books are my life and my legacy. As long as a publishing house exists on the earth that believes in my work, I’ll write books.
So, I haven’t said a lot today that’s of any help to you. For that I apologize. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and that you’re gearing up for more holidays ahead. I love this season and just may go this afternoon to look at Santa at Macy’s.
Victoria Moran is a motivational speaker, the author of ten books, and a certified life coach and holistic health counselor. If you are interested in coaching and would like a free sample session, email charmedassistant@aol.com and put “sample session” in the subject line.
photo credit: Kirk W.
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