I wish I could put my finger and what I find so interesting about this story. Poetry, you see, is not really my thing. If I read something, anything at all anymore it's generally non-fiction. I used to be an avid reader, but with the demands of my new job (more on that in a bit) and life in general...it gets harder and harder to find time to read!
Maybe that's why I am so enamored with the idea of a "door to door" poet. We all have stories to tell, we all have art within us. Maybe, just maybe I've not been feeding the creative side in me enough.
Since the first of February I've been dedicating myself to my new business. It's not that easy to start one up, considering that I was going to make a go of it in a tough field. Insurance is not easy. No one really thinks about it till they need it...and by that time it's often to late.
Insurance for them is going to be pricey, they may not qualify and you have to knock on a lot of doors. It's also about stories.
I like to tell the story of the old man that I wrote a policy for years ago. He discovered he had stage for cancer and only had a few months to live. He calls me on the phone and says "Rob, can you help me here."
In my story he ends up using a rider to take his family - his kids and grand kids - on a all expenses paid trip to Disney world.
"He called it is parting gift." I tell my potential clients.
Only that story is not true. Does it matter? Should it?
Of course all this is going on at the same time my old job is picking up. Sue has done a great job in running our small newspaper distribution service. We picked up a local paper called the Laker and are serving the local Dade City/Zephyrhills area with it. Total distribution of 9000 papers. Our yearly income from that job alone doubles what we made last year total. We don't handle the home distribution side, but the business side which means we don't distribute all 9000 papers, but it's still a large number and a big win for us.
It eats into our time as a couple. It is part of our story.
I get it now...it's the story that interests me. It's the story that matters. Isn't that why I used to blog about my motorcycle? Isn't that what I'm doing right this moment? Telling a story? Working things out in my head?
You know what...I'm glad I do this. Even if no one may ever read it or comment. Sometimes you just need to say "I'm here, and this is my story."
Make your story wonderful.