This weekend I went to the San Jose Pride festival; I had some friends who had a booth there and I wanted to show my support for them, and the cause. (=) I met a lot of great people and talked to many vendors; it reminded me of when I was a kid growing up in the craft fair circuit. I’d stay with my dad at the fairs, and get to know the other vendors who made the same tour we did. My perspective is a little different now that I’m older, but that instant connection, camaraderie, is there. Except – I’m not a vendor. I am incredibly proud of all those people out there who took their hobby and stuck out their necks (and wallets) to show up.
I don’t know where people get their courage, or how they develop such strong tenacity, but I need to figure that out, and fast. I have a suspicion that if I can champion myself, others will get behind me. But first things first; I need to do things that command my respect, and earn my own sense of worth. Maybe the rest will follow.
So, young musician from orange county, purple-haired mom with a hobby making cute hats, light bulb painter with the dog who stole your papasan, candle maker who made lemon sugar scents just for me, and my dad, who did everything it took to support his kids, I salute you.