Support can mean many different things. From the support bones give to our own bodies to the monetary support of friends and family to the those supporting others through the adventure that is life. I mean to focus on the latter. As personally, I'm in a place where I need it most but get it least.
I've already talked about how I was once on top of the world and the weird thing is I had a lot of support then. So many had faith and believed in whatever I wanted to do even if I couldn't explain to them what I was doing. Then reality hit, which couldn't have been anything less than divine intervention, and with that came a not so graceful fall back to earth.
Faster than I could say, "Now what?" people were walking away. Those that stayed stood firm in their belief in me and I continued to push forward. Started catching some wind and right back where I started. Now everyone is nearly gone. The blame for nothing going right which was originally on the economy and circumstance now shifted to me. As if all along I was the one messing everything up on purpose.
"But it just can't be divine intervention this many times." Well I've had a company tell me they are going to hire me and then I don't get it. I have the person I impressed retire without leaving a note. A budget got restructured 8hrs before my interview. More than once, I have had the interviewing manager go on vacation during the interview process. A boss go on maternity leave and job requirements changed after they met me and said was what they needed. Then there was this time I had a calender, I randomly wrote "Get call for job" on a random Thursday. I actually got a call on that Thursday, from a company I never even thought about. During the interview I was told they already know who they are going to hire, he already had lunch with the boss and I just so happened to know the guy. All this in the span of a year? Then I get blamed? That's it. I give.
This is where I was. Which had me investing my time and energy in the things I have passion for that make me happy and that is where UBM was born from. Born out of passion and necessity. Of course, it doesn't take off and it feels like I'm trying to start a grassroots project with just me. Its ever so draining and now that things are turning around. Retrospect reminded me of a poem I wrote way back.
You may have read it before. One of my favorite poems, though it was written when I was always helping others (I still am). Never did I think I would be the one wondering where is my Atlas at? There has only been one person in my entire life that has said these words, "I support you no matter what you do." Only one, sure there are others that will, but we really need to make it known. You know, had someone seen my original work when I was a heathen woodworker and said I could make something of it, everything could have changed...
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