Be forewarned. I am experiencing writer’s block. It’s so bad, I just poured myself a glass of bubbly and then proceeded to leave it in the kitchen.
Which meant I had to get up, lost my train of thought once again, but brought back the bubbly.
Why do I have writer’s block? I’m totally uninspired by pop culture, current music, “news” feeds, the state of our country and the pointless point-counter-point on Facebook. I usually find at least a few nuggets to ponder in those venues, but not this week.
HOW am I going to turn ‘nothing’ into a humorous or inspiring piece about HR?!!
My daughter is six. Kindergarten. She says to me tonight, “Mommy, the Minions are fiction. They don’t really exist. But New York does. And (pointing at the t.v. screen) New York really looks like that, doesn’t it”?
I look up to see the Statue of Liberty.
She’s not been to New York (yet). But her grandfather grew up there and her ‘aunt’ Katy brought her a souvenir Statue of Liberty…and then proceeded to tell her it was really in New Jersey even though New York likes to claim her. Now there’s something you guys can go argue over in your Facebook posts!
Point being – a six-year-old knows fiction from non-fiction.
I started thinking about what I know is true – and how that relates to HR of course.
That’s it. That’s all I’ve got this week. Simple, yet visceral. Succinct, but requires thought.
So please, go break a sweat, hug your pet, fund cancer research and turn up some Tennessee Whiskey.
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