I was at a Mobile Portland event last night and introduced myself to someone who already knew me. It was unsettling, a little. I immediately started racking my brain for who he was and how I knew him. Of course I didn’t. He knew me through my Mobile Portland or blog posts.
I wrote about fame almost a year and a half ago. At the time I talked about being obsessed with recognition for my accomplishments and wanting to keep up with certain Jones’. I wouldn’t say I obsess about it anymore but I still like the idea of being recognized for my accomplishments. Given that, it is probably the idea of recognition that I like the most. Like my chance encounter last night, the oddity of people knowing who I am and me having to rack my brain to see if I know him or her is weird. Maybe you get used to this kind of thing; maybe not.
More importantly, I care deeply about leaving a legacy, making the world a better place because of my work. I don’t know whether this will happen or not. I get the sense it will, but I don’t want to be disappointed if it doesn’t. I’d like to be happy with the legacy I will definitely leave behind — my two daughters in particular, all those who have used and loved and had their jobs and schooling made just a little easier because of powerOne. And I am to a certain extent. But I want more. And, at least for now, it drives me to accomplish great things.
What’s the old prayer? God give me strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Then again, it could be said that great things are only accomplished by those that can’t tell the difference. So maybe my confusion is prescient.