Nobody Reads
I’m reading a book called Mastery, by Robert Green. And In it, he says you have to find basically what you love to do, what your good at and go all out to do it. Many know in childhood.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a brain surgion or a doctor. I’d spend hours cutting up and making fake skeletons, disecting dead fish that washed up on shore..OR..a nun. I know. I was VERY religious at 5.
But my parents discouraged me. I was expected to grow up, get married and be quiet. My brother was the sole attention getter in the family. He was …a star. My dad gave him trumpet lessons at 6, and he grew up to be a fantastic entertainer…he played trumpet..in a popular band in Chicago….so I think that’s why at 19, since there was no money to go to college, I taught myself the drums, how to sing, and like my brother became an entertainer.
Well. I did go six months to college to…and wanted to major in Philosophy. I was a big reader…I read everything everyday that I could. But…I dropped out and became a musician, not as popular as my brother but I made a living at it for years.
When my parents both had strokes, I retired from music to take care of them. It’s then that I started writing…I wrote because I simply had to. My brain was full of the political nonsense and the daily corruption I saw all around it. It was then I realized that I HAD to write. I saw that my ancestors, the Adams wrote every single day too, and when I read their words…I was home. I saw the very same thoughts that I would have in my sorry ass brain, written down word for word in their dairies.
Anyway, what’s sad, is its too late for me to have a career in writing. FIRST I’d have to really study the subject, and find the time: Second…I have way too many book in my head: I’d have a series: Nobody’s Perfect: (wow that’s a book I could fill up) Nobody Knows (another filled with obscure facts) Nobody Cares (Funny book) Nobody Wonders (yeah, I wonder alot) Anyway a series of Nobody Books, sort of in the vien of Chicken Soup for the Soul...but…in this day and age of book stores disappearing, none of them would be published. Only the very famous write and make money: Bill O’Rielly, Glenn Beck, Mark Levin…well…they can promote their own books. And even then, try to find them in the local book stores…conservatives are not welcomed.
I have to laugh. (Not snap…) Uh… little to late there honey.
So Mr. Greene says you have to find your calling when you are young. I wrote this to advise parents to try to find the thing your kids really love, and encourage them to go for it.
And if one is quiet…talk to them. You might find out what they REALLY want to do.
I’m still reading. And I will probably when I find the time, write those books…if only to get it out of my head.
If any of my readers know what they wanted to do as kid, please comment. I’d love to hear it.
(thanks for reading.)
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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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Sounds like you were a great hard working soul who, like many of us, did the best we could. Also sounds like you were a success in every endeavor. The part is to keep trying…and retain your sense of wonder and humor, not so easy in this day of America’s demise…unless of course Trump and Elon get it on the right track.
Thanks for sharing that! I really enjoyed it…
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I had what might be considered normal dreams about what to be when I was younger 4-5 which was fashioned after the Lone Ranger, superman, Batman, and other heroes of the time
We had a nice life and well taken care of, I was the youngest of three. Then my parents got divorced, my mother married a man younger than her, who had no education and jumped from job to job. Things changed drastically as it seemed that she was having children frequently and the family grew to 10 children. Needless to say our standard of living dropped steadily with each new birth.
Around age 6, I was dreaming of being rich enough to afford a good life. I gathered empty Coke bottles to sell them for the deposit and buy things that I wanted. As I grew older, I found more and more ways to make money. Fast forward to my teen years, I was working, and making more money than my stepdad made, I wasn’t rich, but I could afford my own car, new clothes, and other entertainment.
I was 17 when I started working the oil fields and my dream came true because I was making buckets of money every year. My best years were 1979-1986 foreign tax free income of $60,000 per year which was a good amount of money back then.
Unfortunately Murphy’s Law kicked in and I discovered that I was married to someone who didn’t share my dreams. She only pretended to, and the results were that I was actually living payday to payday.
Long story short, I never achieved my dreams of being rich and taking care of my family so they could have a different life than what I had growing up.
At age 58 Murphy’s Law came back to visit me and chronic fatigue interfered with my plan and I could no longer work at a high-paying job . Although I did manage to make a come back and fulfill the dream of at least living a comfortable life.
So I guess my dream should have been to first be smart enough, and not naïve to accomplish my dream?
I still try because I’m not a person who will give up and I have made a substantial amount of money on the side gigs that don’t require stamina or a job. So don’t give up on your dreams because large or small positive entries on your scorecard really feels good for the soul.
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