Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On , Jupiter and Mars
~from the original song In Other Words by Bart Howard~
The second you buy your new cell phone it’s obsolete. It’s yesterdays model with yesterdays technology featuring yesterdays apps. That software you just downloaded 15 minutes ago, sorry, but you need to go back online and download a newer version. Your iPad? Well, If you got it last week it’s last years model. It’s nothing more than a fossilized, outdated, antique.
Ever feel like that? Like some fossilized, outdated, antique? I know I do. I spent most of my life in the newspaper business. It was an honorable thing to do for a living at the time. Woodward and Bernstein were ratting out a President. For heavens sake Superman was a newspaper guy. So were Spider-man and the Green Hornet. If it was good enough for super heroes, then, hey, it was good enough for me. That was then , this is now. Now the newspaper industry has it’s very own reality show. It’s called “The Walking Dead”. The Daily Planet is about to be planted. Six. Feet. Under.
I spent 27 years as a sports cartoonist for a paper in Colorado. I started out with BIG dreams of becoming the next Charles Schulz or drawing the next Pogo by Walt Kelly. I fell into the sports job almost by accident. Most American sports cartoonists were phased out the year the Dodgers moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles. It was 1958. Oddly enough, the same year I was born. But I was lucky. I had an editor in 1982 with a vision to reinvent the genre, making it more like an editorial cartoon, which thankfully, gave the art form and myself a brief reprieve from the impending doom of the print industry. I was one of the last of a dying breed. And proud of it. Like Superman, I thought I could single handedly save the entire world. And the newspaper business with it. Oh, I had BIG dreams. I still do. And though I continue to plug away at my craft as a freelancer or as I like to refer to myself as a “Comicpreneur”, I also realize that if I don’t adapt and change, well, you know what happened to the dinosaurs. Extinct. As in Fossilized. As in Six Feet Under.
transitory |ˈtransiˌtôrē; ˈtranzi-|
not permanent : transitory periods of medieval greatness. See note at temporary .
Many of us are in the same boat. Downsized. Outsourced. Discarded. Disillusioned. We do all we can to hang onto to the American dream that looks more and more like a Nightmare on Elm Street. We are fed up with the Wienies in Washington and the Weasels on Wall Street. Most of us just want our lives to resemble the final scene in “It’s a Wonderful Life” where the Angel gets his wings.
Wings. Flight. Reaching Great Heights.
It’s what this blog is about. We need to find our wings, again. The recession and all that it entails, has clipped the wings off of far too many of us.. I still believe life can be like that great scene that Jimmy Stewart made so famous. Do you know why? Because I believe in us.
I believe in the human spirit which must fly to survive and thrive.
WE ARE TOO BIG TO FAIL.
I’m not talking about the BANKERS. I don’t mean the bozos in WASHINGTON.
I MEAN YOU and I and OUR DREAMS. ARE…
TOO BIG TO FAIL.
I want to keep Dreaming Big. I refuse to surrender. I refuse to give up the dreams I have had since I was a kid. Life is short. It’s transitory. And so is the world we live in. Especially now.
It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit
It’s a far cry from the way we thought we’d share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing
One day I feel I’m on top of the world
And the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back home
One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel,
And the next it’s rolling over me
I can get back on
I can get back home
~Neil Peart, Rush, from the song Far Cry
We have to Keep Dreaming Big.
So here are a few reasons why I started this Blog:
One. Like so many, I find myself in the midst of a journey of Reinvention. It’s adapt and change or my future looks like a greeter at Walmart. Not that there is anything wrong with that. It just isn’t in my Flight Plan.
Two. I want to do something positive and share my journey of Reinvention which might help someone else.
It’s a Pay it Forward kinda thing. And it sounds like a lot fun. It’s therapy without the $125 an hour attached to it.
Three. I’ve been sparked by the recent blog of Kenny Loggins, the multi- platinum recording artist who writes now for the Huffington Post about his Reinvention experiences.
I’m Inspired by the brilliant blog and passion of Amelia Earhart, an energetic young Aviatrix and TV meteorologist from Colorado, who, like her namesake, longs to soar to great heights.
And I’ve been fueled by the cartoons and writings of Hugh MacLeod’s Gaping Void, a guy who totally Reinvented himself and penned the incredible book Ignore Everybody. I highly recommend them all.
There won’t be any set rules here. I’ll start by posting on Wednesdays. Just remember Wednesdays = WingsDay = TransitoryFlight.com. I’ll do my best to be transparent with out boring you with the grungy details. I’ll recommend some books, movies, music and people I find inspiring, perhaps even throw in an original cartoon or two for good measure and hopefully share some stories by some of you who, like me, find yourselves…on the Runway of Life, Preparing to Fly.
Are you ready? Good. Fasten Those Seatbelts. We’re going to have some fun.