I YAM WHAT I YAM
“Do you ever feel like a comic strip character?” This was the topic of conversation at a weekly dinner with some pals of mine last week.
“My secret self is Popeye; who are you?”
When I first approached this train of thought, I was alone at my desk, wondering what I wanted to write about and the thought crossed my mind about playing cops and robbers as a boy. Or Cowboys and Indians. Or Alley Oop.
So who am I when I make that first call to a prospect or when I answer a call from a troubled client or write up an order for my favorite customer?
What hat am I wearing when I ask a lady for a dinner date?
Is there a cape in my imaginary closet?
A turned around collar?
A red Captain Marvel suit?
Our lives begin with affirmation.
By the time we are eighteen months old we have mastered the challenge of scientific observation and established our most basic methods of coping with fear. We know to act innocent or guilty, we are aggressive or pleasant, we push and we pull.
For the next couple of decades we will be creating our personas, aping lines from songs, the latest styles and speech patterns and our most private thoughts will be linked somehow to the need for approval either for protection from violence or for good vibrations as saluted by Mike Love in the sixties.
And if from all of this there emerges a goal for defining our true selves chances are we shall all benefit from this, including the servant.
If that goal is totally self-serving everyone wins but the servant.
This is a time of year where we all join hands.