Readers may notice that I don’t write about myself very much. This must come from years of conditioning as a designer to question and listen. But also, I don’t really like to talk about myself. Occasionally there is something to be learned from doing so—such as how having to describe something makes it clearer. Axioms that I follow:
• It is better to understand than be understood.
• If you wish to know about something, write about it.
• Do unto others as you wish them to do unto you.
Everyone wishes to be listened to, and there is no better way to get along with others than to be interested in them. Fascinated by other people, publishing is a great vocation for me. But, like the photographer with the camera between him and his subject, asking good questions does become a lens. And subject matter. Like the musician who stirs up drama so he can write passionate songs, I tend to look at every new person as a research opportunity. That doesn’t sound too nice, for I do genuinely like people. Everyone has something to say if you can discover their passion.
What fights against writing about myself is passion—and curiosity. I always have a cause or a mystery of interest. Just writing this blog is a real stretch. I am formal, and a perfectionist. Being casual with social media is not easy because I can’t help but look at it professionally—as a medium.
Perhaps you like these pictures of my siamese cats? Of course I have a million stories about them. Perhaps you would like me to post a photo of me sitting on the Lake Michigan beach, contemplating the universe? Perhaps you would like a shot of me riding my bike along the canal, walking to town, or gardening? Maybe I should pontificate about my soap boxes—like how people need to walk instead of drive, or that they should support animal rescue organizations.
Being purpose-driven makes me question the purpose of a blog. Is it to tell you about myself? Share my causes and beliefs? Get discussion going? Connect to family and friends by sharing stuff? I tend to put my energies into projects versus posts, but I offer this one as an experiment.
What matters more to me online is to please the readers of Sim Street Journal. Or see a client’s Google rating go up. It is not that I don’t wish to share; it is that I follow a topic of passion instead.
So this is my declaration on writing about myself. I live simply and quietly in Evanston, walk, ride my bike, or take the el. I love coffee shops and book stores, going to movies, concerts, and out to dinner. My freelance work is in Photoshop, WordPress, and Facebook, primarily. So I sit too much in front of computers, distracted by bossy siamese cats, and taking care of a 120 year old house.
Like the shoemaker’s children with holes in their shoes, I am slow at updating my own media, which is a problem. Client work comes first, mine comes last, so guess who gets neglected?
You may find it interesting that I am a Virgo/Libra cusp—which I like to think gives me tact layered upon my criticisms. An introvert, I push myself to be social. To balance this, I tend to surround myself with extroverts. One nice aspect of getting older is to know how to offset limitations. Yet, the extroverts get impatient with me. They run off like rabbits, and I plod behind. But they won’t have the patience to read this blog until the end anyway. So I hope you enjoyed this description of myself and my effort to be cooperative to the personalization requests. I now must walk to the store to buy cat food. They eat more than I do! —always inspired, Liane