For the better part of my childhood, my professional aspirations were simple: I wanted to be a knight in King Arthur’s court. I didn’t care much for jousting or feasting at the Round Table. Mostly, I wanted to wear the armor, ride the horse, and carry a big magical sword.
We’ve had some fun…
Back in the days when I was auditioning for the knight gig, I had the occasional run-in with the little tyrant that controls my emotions. I call her Princess Amy. She’s the imaginary avatar for my limbic system. She was trouble then, and she’s still trouble today. As if that weren’t bad enough, we’re apparently stuck with each other until death do us part...
Now, you might be thinking that being saddled with Amy means the Universe has a sore spot when it comes to yours truly. But you can’t really blame the Universe for feeling that way. After all, I’ve been nothing but stubborn trouble since I was so high. Besides taking care of a few needy cats, I’ve done zip, zilch, bupkis (in other words, scratch) to justify my existence.
We’ve had our share of ups and downs…
Amy’s job is to manage my fight-or-flight responses; she tells me when I’m in danger and whether I should take corrective action. I’m supposed to respond to her emotional signals. At least that’s the plan; it’s not as simple as it sounds.
Amy once told me that working together was going to be entertaining. Her exact words were, “We’re gonna be like Cagney and Lacey.” But since she isn’t the best director, and I’m not the world’s best early responder, our collaboration is, more often than not, like Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein.
When I asked her what happened to Cagney and Lacey, she explained it this way: “I wondered about that too," she said, "but as a student of human nature, I’ve learned that people believe what they want to believe.”
It was a curious and confusing response for someone claiming expertise in human nature, who insists when we meet someone new, that I introduce the two of us as “ partners just like Starsky and Hutch.” Is it any wonder I stay confused?
We’ve been down that rocky road…
Because our partnership lacks that something—I know not what—to allow me to cope with outrageous fortune, I’ve come to rely on spreading a little cheer through this blog. Writing my life story has become my most important tool for living with that spoiled little brat of a princess. But writing isn't enough; there must be an audience to appreciate my stories if the writing is to truly going to help.
The most important collaboration in all this is with you, my loyal follower. Your presence is an absolute must. I provide the content, and you provide the attention, and you’ve been here with me from the beginning. There’s something genuinely delightful about crafting these warm, whimsical tales in a way that keeps you coming back for more.
And yet we’re still here…
I never became a knight in Arthur's court, but I am following a personal quest, complete with a temperamental royal page named Amy, a mystical navigator called Ms. Wonder, and a fellowship of readers who make the journey worthwhile. Stubbornness is my armour, my horse is perseverance, and the magic sword I wield is in the stories I write.
I’m excited to see what you and I will create together tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Whether it's another adventure with the Mindfleet Academy crew, documenting the latest film production, or something completely different, I’m looking forward to it, and I sincerely hope that you are too.
So let's share some stories that will connect us and transform ordinary moments into something worth remembering. Together, we can create something better than a childhood dream, we can create a circular journey where every tomorrow brings another chance for a brighter day.
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