I am a technology refugee.
It is embarrassing. I wanted to be
more together than this, at this point in my life. And I am equally
happy to let those comparisons
get lost. They get in my way. I am beginning to live a life for which I was made.
I am starting over, again. After five businesses - two as a Landscape Architect, and 3 as a Techie
CEO - my knack for the bootstrapping creative digital cartographic
concerns was skilled (but not, alas, for convincing money to invest.) I was, until recently, a business owner, a
bootstrapped CEO and a 'day late and a dollar short' entrepreneur. I have tried very hard to live another person's life. It was a struggle even for my work-a-holic self.
It was a life that my
Diva-CPA mother wanted. "Have your own business. Its something you can
count on." As a 50's woman she was ahead of her time and got a bum deal. But she was right, of course. She was just not right - about ME. My
grieving of her passing has allowed me to parse a lifelong identity crisis and
resurrect a more authentic self - one who I came here to be
It isn't as if I didn't always know I was an artist. I just didn't believe it was enough.
My horoscope chart apparently confirms it in a significant way: I am an artist, a writer and a minister and I have some catching up to do. I am a chaplaincy student who supports herself now by driving people around under the unilateral authority of the furry pink mustache.
And there is no where I would rather be than Lyfting in San Francisco. Seriously, everyone I have picked up in the last 4 months has been creative, thoughtful, talented and sharing a belief in possibilities. They are not angry - the angry people and the grumpy people take cabs.
I actually feel sorry for the cabbies. They have a hard job. I am not a cab. I am part of a connected community - a sharing community. Most of my riders sit in the front seat and after our fist-bumping meet and greet, they tell me their story.
I read the day - each time I drive by reading them. Is San Francisco having a good day? I will know after a few rides. Whether you take Lyft, or a competing ride-sharing service or a cab, if you live in the City you are part of a collective, ethereal fabric happening this moment.
I have a story to tell about that moment - the one that just passed by. My story is also about reaching for a dream - maybe it is yours and maybe it is not (sometimes it is hard to tell.) My story is also about the self-care needed to sustain your dream until it can grow up (or you can.) It is also about driving for Lyft in the most beautiful City in America: San Francisco.
Everybody has a story.
