I wish everyone could have five minutes of fame.
Not Lindsey Lohan type fame. Not Louisa May Alcott fame. Not Tiger Woods fame. Even though some versions of fame might be more enjoyable than others.
Not huge blow-out adulation and praise and glorification.
But five minutes of recognition from the larger world. A recognition which nods and says, “Well done!”
I haven’t had many moments of fame in this life. When one’s neighbors are squirrels and deer and bear–what kind of recognition does one need? The squirrels don’t care. The deer snort and stomp their feet. The bear have their own fame which involves giving them a wide berth.
The truth of the matter is this. If we’re confident and secure in our gifts and abilities, we really don’t long for fame. We know we’re creating and being and doing what matters. The lure of the spotlight doesn’t intrigue us–because we’re so busy being ourselves. If the spotlight comes, good. If it never comes, what does it matter? We’ve shared from our heart and that’s what counts.
Yesterday I had five minutes of fame in the blogging world. It was such an unexpected pleasure! The blog I want to live on an island. was picked up by a Facebook page called Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. (You can click on the link, but you may have to have a Facebook account to view it. If you are a Facebook member and like the U.P., be sure to “like” them.)
Michigan’s Upper Peninsula Facebook page has 75,741 fans. (Wow! Look at how many people love the U.P.!!) Of those 75,741 fans, about 500-800 came over to read the island blog yesterday. Don’t know how many for sure, because many of the regulars were already visiting.
Bet you regulars didn’t even realize how much traffic was on the blog yesterday! Bet you didn’t even know you were potentially sitting in a virtual traffic jam with turn signals and brakes and honking horns here on Lake Superior Spirit. Not too many of the folks commented here, although a few did. A few subscribed to the site. But back on Facebook 122 folks pressed “like” and twenty-six commented. They all shared their own island fantasies and thoughts.
I was happy for these five minutes of fame. (Have had them a handful of times before being featured on Freshly Pressed, the front page of WordPress.) These moments make me grinning-happy, but they don’t get me heart-thumping wild-hyperactive like the first time it happened. You start to realize it’s only five minutes of fame. You realize that the next day will come and you’ll be back with your regular reading buddies and not much changes. Sure, you might get to meet a few new folks. A few more folks may subscribe and interact, but it’s no big deal. Nothing to write home to Mom and Dad about. (OK, yesterday I called Mom and Dad and told them.)
The best part of this five minutes of fame yesterday is that it took my mind off computer woes. You know. The computer woes I previously mentioned in Rant. You are Forewarned. It’s been a challenging week. I won’t bore you with the myriad of tales of our computer woes. Suffice it to say: Josh at up.net says he’s fixed it. We didn’t lose any precious data, thank all the Universe. We’re picking it up today on our way to Hancock for a girl’s basketball game. Which Barry has to cover for his newspaper job. Oh, and dinner out in Houghton. (of course!) Which we would not get to experience if we lived on an island…
Back to our five minutes of fame. Whether it is a newspaper article, the sale of a photograph or piece of writing, a TV segment, words of praise from your boss, or a speech in front of others–I wish that everyone gets to experience five minutes of fame in their lifetime. Of recognition. Of appreciation for their contribution to life.
Keep sharing from your heart–contributing from your spirit–and I am sure that will happen. If it hasn’t happened already!