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The day I realized my life is legendary.

As a mere man, I am not legendary. I have done very little of note on a grand scale.

But I have lived an amazing life. Though only in my mid-thirties, I have:

  • Lived in two countries and four states (one shire)
  • Visited five countries
  • Held 48,011,517* nicknames
  • Misplaced an entire automobile
  • Eaten dinner with the homeless
  • Created [confidential] for [redacted] – this one’s impressive, I promise.
  • Played chess with strangers
  • Transported hitchhikers
  • Partied with people I’d only met online
  • Acquired a nickname in sign language (I’ll show you…watch my hands…wasn’t that neat?)
  • Was in the military for two whole months
  • Played seven musical instruments (hammered dulcimer!)
  • Dabbled in four careers, innumerable hobbies
  • Worked in offices, warehouses, schools, retail and a county jail
  • Had my writing cited by high school students
  • Given speeches to cops and college students
  • Created a video so polished that I was accused of illegally hosting an official trailer
  • Been referenced in a Readme file
  • Been stranded with $3 to my name

* Final results are still being tallied.

I’ve known amazing people and had incredible opportunities. Almost every day, something legendary happens to me or occurs to me.

In college, Pastor Andrew Wiesner asked, “What made you the way you are?” My friends might interpret “the way you are” a little differently, but he meant it as a compliment. At the time, I tried to explain my own open-minded philosophy, but that was short-sighted.

I can take credit for things I’ve done, but that’s a small sampling. How did I get so many opportunities to try different walks of life? And who taught me to embrace them?

My parents.

My brilliant parents, who taught us to be open-minded above all else. My parents are the reason I’ve never hesitated to learn anything, try anything, or spend time with anyone, from homeless hitchhikers to driven business owners.

My awesome parents, who taught us that we’re not too good for anyone or anything. That nobody and nothing is too good for us.

My legendary parents, who taught us, “Do what you love, and the rest will follow.” Bizarrely, ‘the rest’ has followed, though not in the direct, linear way I first assumed. At 33, I have virtually every thing I want from life, and I do what I love to do Every. Single. Day: Reading, writing, gaming, picking on my wife**, roleplaying, level design, writing music, harassing the cats**, designing tshirts and more.

** This is how Peters men express their love.

How can I give back to my parents? How can I give back to the friends and family and colleagues and total strangers that have given me so much?

I tell stories.

This blog chronicles the legendary occurrences that follow me daily.

I hope that you enjoy them a fraction as much as I have.

The Solution

I’ve found the solution to my woes below; in retrospect, it’s pretty obvious, but it takes a step back to see the whole picture. (If you haven’t read the post below, do that first. It’s the fundamental error of blogs that when updates come close together, “newest on top” is less effective.)

I need total strangers to read my work.

People with no tendency (conscious or subconscious) to be charitable to my work, people who will absolutely tear my work limb from limb if it deserves it. And conversely, if my story is awesome, to tell me unbiased that it is. What would be more help than either is if they acknowledge parts that need improvement side by side with scenes that don’t work.

I’ve been a member of online writing groups in the past; each week, one person submits and the other other 4-5 critique/feedback. They’re great because you get people from all walks of life. They do tend to fall apart, however. Person 3 may be late to submit, then Person 4 goes on vacation, the emails get further and further apart.

Still, I think I should rejoin one, maybe more than one. If one falls apart, immediately join another. And another. Etc.

In the meanwhile, my beloved loyal readers, give my stories to your friends and family — people who don’t know me — and have them write directly to me at jason.r.peters@gmail.com with their impressions, good or bad.