I think admitting our mistakes and failures is an exercise that can help other people. Especially if we make our confessions visible by putting them into a blog that is available around the world.
Visibility does not mean the confession will be read, and if it is read, it does not assure that it will be convincing in any way. But damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.
The failure that beats on my brain with the most fury is that my praise for advice and wisdom has influenced very few people, and not in a way that I can really recognize. I’ve been a Peter Drucker fan for half a century, and I cannot point to any virtuous results of that dedication.
Since Mr. Drucker began writing the field of management guidance has grown very rich and productive. I have added nothing to that.
I even went to college for validation of my ability to distingush good counsel from the rest. My professors were wonderful people. I’m sorry I do not bring them more credit through my efforts.
My first marriage was pretty much a failure, but my wife’s boobs were cute. There is something to be said for that. She does not permit me to share photographs of them, or I would show you. My photographs are quite old by now.
I have some 400 “followers” of record on this blog, but it generates no comments. I consider this blog a failure apart from its role as my daily journal. I am open to suggestion on this.
I often challenge superstition, but with little result. Our preoccupation with skin color is based on superstition. I think most religious stances are based on superstition too. Few people recant.
superstition: any belief or attitude that is inconsistent with the known laws of science or with what is generally considered in the particular society as true and rational; especially a belief in charms, omens, the supernatural, etc.—Webster’s New Twentieth Century Dictionary
I have been a photographer since I was about seven years old. A man I respect, an accomplished photographer, told me not long ago that my photography sucks. That is the word he used. I admit I took offense. I don’t recommend taking offense, but I did. I have to create some space for the possibility that I have failed in my efforts.
I would like to exert more control over my obsessions. I have several of them, mostly related to my admiration for the female form. My wife and I often attend performances by Black Cherry Burlesque. I am enamored of their pasties and tassels, some of which conceal nipples, and some of which are attached to derrieres that shimmy in the most wonderful way. It’s all fun for me.
My current intention is to embrace my apparent failures. They may contain life lessons that my intended “good intentions” do not.
Any thoughts on this?