A Vendor's Obsession

Over the course of my career in business I have come to respect a few individuals simply due to their shear abilities. The one common trait that I find exhibited in each of these men and women is an unending obsession with their chosen field of expertise. Obsessions are generally not a good characteristic to shoulder through life, unless of course they pertain to either your family or your work. When someone is obsessed with one of these two categories, the end game result is excellence. It is with this in mind that I introduce the good people now running Media Medic.

The two founders of Media Medic are indeed obsessed with empowering businesses who find themselves lucky enough to call them their vendor. The minds at work within the walls of this company are constantly, and I do mean constantly, probing the world around them for enhanced methods to serve their client base. The continuous reexamination of the circumstances of the business environment, the evolution of technology, and the creative combination of methodology drive their success. I am lucky to have their support and friendship.

Garage Sale??

A simple garage sale…I think not. Tomorrow will truly mark a turning point in my life. How, might you ask, can a silly garage sale carry any significance in the grand scope of things. The basic exchange of my unadorned possessions for 25 cents here or 75 cents there…an uneventful day. That is unless the chosen goods happen to contain the now somewhat battered toys of our children. Saved through three kids, carefully cleaned, packaged, and put away for our next up and coming to enjoy. The clothing laundered, folded and boxed with moth balls to await the day when they would next see daylight and be fitted onto a beautiful new being. The essence of a new child is indeed life’s greatest reward in our own existence and is somehow enhanced by the continuity created through these simple possessions, transferred from one to the next. Today as I sort through the boxes and storage bins and assign price points for the various items and decide which items will be placed on the bartering tables, I realize that with each article that I tag with a price, I am letting go of my time of creating new life. The toys that could be saved once again will be sold, the clothing that could warm an infant in her sleep will find a new home. It is with great sadness that this day has come, as I release the idea of more kids in our family…great sadness indeed. For that past six years, Shelley and I were always looking forward to a new cry coming from the crib, new eyes to peer into, a new soul to bond with. We have been blessed with three of the most beautiful spirits I will ever know, but the time has come to stop. And as such, it is time to let go of all of the belongings that now have no future worth to our family. I hope that their new found homes are full of the happiness that occupies ours.
A simple garage sale…I think not

Introspective

In’tro’spec’tive

involving, or frequently undertaking, a deep and candid examination of your own feelings, thoughts, and motives

Blogging…something unexpected. At forty-six years of age I didn’t anticipate this. I might find this to be a cleansing experience or I may discover disturbing aspects of myself, time will tell. I have always considered my writing skills to be businesslike, cold and impersonal. Writing is easy when one commits nothing of one’s self to the words. The content flows easily when dealing with a simple set of circumstances and facts. The assembly of words to establish a position or further a point; a simple task. The interjection of my own actions and the responsibility of these actions effects and consequences on others may prove more difficult. Examining my own behaviors, thoughts, reasoning, as well as my life might prove to be a good thing. I truly hope that I can better my choices by providing a bit of introspective into them. I invite you to come along and help me by providing your own perspective. I can use a little perspective as at times I feel that I am fresh out…