So you make wine or you write or you bake and you think there is more. You think you want to take it from a hobby or an advanced passion to the streets. You start marketing your wine, you sell a piece here and there, you start selling your apple pies to the local cafe.
And then, late one night, you actually think you can take the giant step. Outside of your norm. Maybe even make the big change. Make a living doing it, full time. But you need a boost, a validation from something larger, something "out there." You think you need to win greater approval before you jump.
If you make wine or write or bake or engage in any activity, you might think to enter a competition. Or someone might nominate you for one. It happens all the time. Full time professionals are lauded all the time. The Nobel, the Pulitzer, the Oscars. People love to compete. And win.
How many times have wine-sellers in my field gone to their clients and told them, "It won a Gold Medal in the Orange County Fair"? How often I have looked to see which science fiction writer won the Hugo Award. Or the Nebula. Or if both, slam dunk into my shopping cart.
So where am I wandering this day on the wine trail? Well, actually I have veered way off the wine trail. In fact, aside from the reality that I use the blogging medium and often there is wine-type information interspersed between my pictures and my rants, my hopes, my dreams and definitely my fantasies, well I no longer consider what this is to be a wine blog.
Why does anyone care? Why should they indeed? I, for one, believe there are countless sites that rant and rate wines, and well, I just don't go there. I still have folks I like to read, people like Jancis Robinson, Hugh Johnson, Eric Asimov, Tim Atkins, Antonio Galloni, Charlie Olken, to name a few. Pretty mainstream, although a few of them are adapting some of the newer ways of communicating and networking. But, like so many folk sense, I feel there is just too much going on. Information overload. I don't have enough time in the day to collect my thoughts, let alone attend to the myriad of practitioners who have something to say about it. There are almost 7 billion of us on Spaceship Earth. Find your tribe and talk amongst yourselves, that's my mantra.
So, contests? If you think you need 'em to feel good about yourself or to get information on which wine you should buy or which pie you should try, go for it. But don't look for me in those ranks. I'm not mainstream, or moderate enough, to go there. Never have been. Don't want it, one way or another. Don't need the approval- What does it really mean? Don't care for more rejection - losing a wife in my 40's was plenty good enough for a lifetime.
I'd rather have a conversation with a friend about his meditating in a cave in India after he beat stage four cancer. I yearn to learn a better way to transplant the oregano that is taking over a side of my yard. I'd rather be invited to a family reunion. Before anymore of the old folks die. Boy, that would really be something.
I do think that wine blogging is a bit silly with all the perorations that accompany it in the blog-eat-blog world. The information is flowing almost as fast as our world is sailing through its galaxy. It's all too much. Kinda like all the stuff in my extra room, my "life's laundry" room, that gathers there because I have no idea what to do with it.
I'll see you on the Italian wine trail, or the Spanish olive trail. Or the Marfa Lights trail. Or the Parisian Metro trail. Or no trail at all, maybe just a whole mess of blue sky and apple pie and dreams and hopes and aspirations and whatever is being transmitted through this shell I inhabit for the next few years.
Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to all of you who are mothers and to those of you who are on their way to motherhood (you know who you are;). Happy trails!
Now, somebody please pass me a piece of pie to go with the Champagne. Let's get this party started...