I’m sitting behind a hot grill. The sun’s heat – on this 90-degree day – makes the still air surrounding me feel like I’m slow-cooking. Perhaps an invisible large crock envelops this hot dawg cart outside WalMart as busy shoppers scoot by toward their sun-baked automobiles.
The sign by me, “Row 12”, guides my thoughts. No customers guide my sales today. It’s been, well, slow.
I begin to realize almost 12 months have gone by since my last post here on Doug Hugs. Geesh. Priorities switch lanes.
I don’t write here for fame and/or fortune … obviously. I have neither in my life and am quite content working every day at endeavors inviting both joy and income on my life’s doorstep.
This will most likely never stop.
The joy comes from serving. Music, especially. Music is to be shared – from the performer to the listener. Yes, there will always be emotional connections between the composer and performer; however, a performer is simply the bridge between. This is my “happy space”.
I am at peace on that bridge.
Sharing a connection at my cart is also a nice, enjoyable off ramp from occasional pesky potholes along this life. Good food and a smile can help folks get through a tough day, week, or situation.
Row 12 happens to represent my happy place – the 12 black and white keys spanning an octave on the piano from C to B .. all in a row.
… and a pleasant reminder to all of us we need to use our gifts to be a bridge for others.
Smile when you can. Serve when called upon. Look for teachable moments and don’t ever put off writing down your thoughts.
Especially if this means being reminded of such while sitting on a metal chair, behind a grill, in the middle of a scorcher, picking melted skin off your forehead.
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