Who's Telling Your Story?

The one thing I worry about constantly is my legacy. I worry about it so much, that I don't work on my current life, which is crazy. How good will be legacy be if I don't work on the present?

Anyway, the reason I'm thinking about this is that I was revising my resume today. I got an offer to do some consulting work in Detroit the other day. It would be on a part-time basis and would help to pad my income a bit. They needed an update resume to include it in their qualifications packet when they bid on projects.

For a dude in my field at my age, my resume is flawless. I've never made a lot of loot, but experience and responsibility wise, my resume is crack. I got to look at some of the choices I made and reflect. I lot of things I did was in response to a renewed interest in my legacy.

I made a choice when I made it out of undergrad in 1994. I wanted to create a personal and professional portfolio that would be able to help any children I had to open doors based on my reputation. This is one of the few things my father couldn't do for me and I wanted this for my children.

In the course of doing this shit, I never had the kids!!! I still volunteer for the right causes, join the right organizations, keep steady contact with the right people all for children I don't have.

The reason I worry so much is that you never know who'll be telling your story. My ex-wife will tell people I'm irresponsible and mercurial. My ex-girlfriend will call me the most driven, motivated and passionate person she knows. My boys think I'm a visionary. My professors (undergrad and grad) would call me a slacker. I keep working to get that story to an agreeable consensus. At least until it's lie I can live (or die)with.