I’m pretty nerdy. I play old video games, love sci-fi and spy movies, and spend a good deal of time online. I’ve read more than half of Shakespeare’s plays and have a 67% winning percentage at Pub Quiz night. I will happily argue about why Batman is the best superhero, despite his lack of powers.
So when a friend of mine told me that I was an inspiration to him for being who I am and getting married all the same, I was somewhat taken aback. Not because of any humility or my tendency for self-deprecation, but simply because it never occurred to me that I was living in a way that was inspiring. Sure, I’ve taken steps to find a career that is about more than just a way to make money, and I’ve been successful at the Hamilton Fringe Festival, but I never thought I was already there.
I mulled it over for a while, and came to the following conclusions:
1. Nobody chooses to be a role model. It’s something that just happens. Obviously, this has implications for how I live. I can’t act like nobody’s watching or that nobody cares what I do after I’ve had someone tell me that they are and they do.
2. You’re probably already a role model to someone. I never considered that I might be until someone told me I was. Chances are, you don’t either. Which brings me to point number three…
3. It’d be nice if you told the people you look up to that you look up to them. If you haven’t already, anyway. It might inflate their ego, but it might convince them to keep on keeping on. Who knows how many people are on the verge of giving up on doing good because they can’t see the difference they make. I’m generally a fan of people who do good, and I think it’s in everyone’s best interest to encourage people to be better.
The last year has been one of many changes in my life, and the blog is changing with it. While I won’t promise regular updates since my track record for that is pretty lousy, I hope that my adventures in the unintentional are worth reading about all the same.