One of my challenges in having written a weekly blog for more than ten years is that it’s challenging not to repeat myself.  It’s one thing to find your niche and occupy it, but it’s quite another to access enough creativity to find a new blog topic after more than 500 straight weeks.

By “Finding Your Niche” I mean that every day we give ourselves an opportunity to discover and act upon our personal desires along with our natural inclinations and talents. For breakfast I prefer a fried egg, one slice of Canadian bacon (only 30 calories), and one slice of toast.  (Yes, with butter.)  Daveen enjoys a vegan something or other.  We each have a different “breakfast” niche. I stick to my preferences and she to hers and in that way, we are both satisfied.

It seems obvious to me that part of living a successful, joy-filled life is to find the niches we are not only best suited to, but that we also enjoy. When we give ourselves permission to pursue an endeavor we enjoy, we are giving ourselves permission to pursue happiness. And the more time we spend at an activity, such as in our employment or chosen field of work, the more important it becomes to enjoy what we are doing.

I was thinking about this yesterday evening, during a Hollywood Bowl performance of Jesus Christ, Superstar.  I was bored, which is unusual for me.  But one aspect of taking the convenient Hollywood Bowl bus meant that I couldn’t leave until the performance was over.  As the encores began, Daveen and I sprinted for the bus, only to find that the first was already filled. While we were inclined to leave as soon as possible, there was an obstacle to occupying our chosen niche and making a timely escape. That sometimes happens in life.

But when you find yourself in the wrong niche, you can readjust. If you are at the Hollywood Bowl simply wait an hour or two and then leave.

I knew a woman who held the same job, a job she hated, for twenty-five years. That seems a bit long to me to wait to find one’s niche, especially when the price paid is to live an unfulfilled life for so many years. But, my paternal grandfather was a piece-work tailor in the New York sweatshops during his entire career. I can only imagine what he might have done had he the opportunity to follow his chosen path.  Would he have remained a tailor? Might he have pursued carpentry or music?

So, for those of us with the ability to make free choices, I offer up these words of advice, to myself, and to you. While we all must experience some less than pleasant activities (because they are mandatory or in service to a greater good), if I’m going to be doing something (especially for any length of time), I hope to engage in activities that bring me joy. In short, I hope to find my niche and occupy it.

Like writing this blog.

Alan

Last Friday, after a seven-day cruise from Vancouver to Alaska, I flew back to Los Angeles. As my older son pointed out (pointedly), it was a day of sitting. We took a three-hour bus ride from the ship to the airport in Anchorage and then spent the day sitting in airports or on airplanes until nearly midnight.

For me, a lot of sitting means a lot of reading – always a great opportunity to.

Years ago, I read an article in the Wall Street Journal listing the ten rules of business. The first rule was — don’t run out of cash. The tenth rule — don’t run out of cash. The other eight aren’t nearly as important. I’ve done my best to follow the first and tenth rules.

Last Friday, as we spent the day en route, I read an article on the seven rules of joy. The first, and best, idea was to find life awesome.  I’ll second that.

Think about it for a moment.

The human body — awesome.

How about wind, whether it’s blowing two miles an hour or two hundred?  Awesome.

Other awesomeness, in no particular order:

Love
Eyesight
Memory
Language
Cities
Space exploration
Cell phones
Television
Friends
Cash
Electricity
Airplanes
Water
Humor
Touch
Trees

When I really think about it, I see wonder into whatever window onto the world I’m looking through. How many awesome discoveries have been made by others during my lifetime?  How many friends have I had for more than fifty years?

Last week I read an excellent biography of Einstein.  Even though he died in 1955, before most of us were born, I’d guess that most people alive today know his name, which is often used a metaphor for genius.

The week before last, I read a new biography of Mark Twain. Next up is Sister Sinner: The Miraculous Life and Mysterious Disappearance of Aimee Semple McPherson.

We all know that experience is the best teacher. By reading biographies I can learn from another person’s experience, in addition to my own.

In a few weeks I’m off to Edinburgh for their annual theater festival. It was there I began writing my blog a little more than ten years ago.

Life.

Awesome.

Alan

On July 14, 1914, my dad was born to immigrant parents in New York City. He lived to be 104, and his father  survived to 94, so I guess I’m genetically headed toward 114. That will be in early March, 2054, just 29 years away.

Though it was  was never discussed, I believe  Dad, in his youth, wasn’t a great student in traditional school subjects. And yet, because he showed musical aptitude,  he became  a very successful studio musician. His choice of instrument was entirely pragmatic. His parents asked his music teacher which instrument he  could play to earn a good living.  The French Horn (Voltone) was not popular at the time, and at age 18 Dad became the  solo horn player at the Minneapolis Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Eugene Ormandy. That was quite an improvement over his own father’s employment, a piece-work tailor in the New York sweatshops. Literally – a sweatshop! There was no air conditioning in the early 1900’s.

When I pause to think about it, I have enormous respect for Dad’s life choices. And while he insisted that my younger brother and I  learn to play an instrument, he discouraged us from pursuing  a career in music.  In retrospect, he was absolutely correct.

There is a well worn joke about a young  man who said, “When I was 18 my father didn’t know anything. But by the time I was 23 he had learned a lot.

And so,  this is   a “Thank you” note.

Thanks, Dad, for your guidance and support. You were an exemplary father, and I have done my best to emulate you. Your example, and your advice, have been at the center of my success. While I did not inherit your deft touch in the stock market, I’ve done well finding s investments that work for me.

I hope you know that I love and respect you.

Thank you, Dad.

P.S.  Regarding the photo, my mother played the trumpet professionally in the 1930’s.

Alan