Like most of us at the tail end of Baby Boomers while being drowned out by Millennials, we’re trying to get ahead.  Achieve success, notoriety or acclaim.  Subsidize our career choices with our inner voices.  To help others, to help ourselves.  To exhaust our demons by writing and exhuming scars that life has left on our brains.

Confidence or competence

A struggling battle between what we want to express and be appreciated for our words.  So many of us write to right the struggles we have fought, the wars we have lost, the lessons we have learned.

Gratitude is a pitiful compensation

We appreciate the acknowledgement by others who are in chained to the common goal:  of being paid for our words.  What a steep mountain we all climb.  

An investment of our spirit

To rattle the consciousness among the crowded noise.  Who really embraces our words?  Often many.  A quiet whisper from the din of others trying to accomplish the same outcome:  to be paid for casting our soul out to the masses.  Wondering who will hear us?

Pushing water uphill

Like trying to have a bucket big enough to catch a waterfall.  We’re not journalists or authors.  Yet our yearning to be among the best.  Clambering for a like to encourage us to write more.

To find meaning

Or mean something to someone in our musings.  Not a book author or a magazine pen, we scrawl and scrape our hearts out.  Wishing for a pittance of coin.

Thank you among the many

Who have wandered to this blog and scratched a like or a follow from the many options at our disposal.  You champion encouragement.  Give meaning to this scribe.

Gratitude is richness

It doesn’t cost a thing.   Keeping spirits attuned to the marvel of comfort that appreciation  is free.  If it is the only thing you are renowned for, it is the best we can offer.  It goes without notice when many would rather rant and rave.  

Quieten the ego

For the ego has no place in the sanctuary of sharing knowledge, helping others be better than they’d dream.  We can rise above the corruption, violence, pornography of so many empty souls.

Listen to the music

There is poetry for our souls.  We are who we pay attention to.  We celebrate art over admiration.  The beauty is there for us to grasp and hold on to.  That is our compensation for staying within our strong morals and relevant treasures.

stand-out

 

 

 

Published by the OPTIONEERJM

A writer, a blogger, a seeker, a finder; discovering nuances that are unique to those born between 1960 and 1965 .... the tail end of Baby Boomers or the start of the X-Generation. A student of demographic, avid reader, curioso, vivid aesthetic eye, wannabe artist. I write about what appeals to Yuppies who are 50 plus and wanting to be the best of anything and everything! I provide insights and build camaraderie among YUPPIES of the 1980s, an impactful demographic born in the 60s, went into Junior High | Middle School in the mid 70s and graduated from High School 1979, followed by the roller coasters in the 1980s. Regardless of location, religion, gender identity, age, culture, beliefs, education or economic standing: EVERYONE is famous in their own world:: having the starring role. An expression, a reflection or opinion using the positive vibe that attracts ALL the movers & shakers of their WORLD. I encourage other and calm the waters for those considering entering the online universe, where the only boundaries are your own imagination. I do somersaults (virtually and imaginatively) whenever someone takes the time to comment ~ that's a true treasure!! Follow me on my social media channels: READ blogs www.optioneerjm.com on @Wordpress optioneerjm.blogspot.com meanderingsABOUT.blogspot.com FOLLOW: @optioneerjm TWITTER|FACEBOOK|INSTAGRAM|TUMBLR|PINTEREST Jeannette has written on her blog: Optioneerjm/blogspot.com on sales for over 10 years, has over 20,000+ valuable followers = quality over doing her best as a QUALITY evangelist

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