I have always wanted to be as free as a bird. I have wondered where that saying originated, never could trace where, but it did not matter because all I had to do was look up into the sky, or across the garden, tilt my head up so, and look at them perched on the branches. Not a care in the world. Or so it would seem. From what I could gather, after giving this some considerable thought, these small creatures must still have to work pretty hard to survive in this world. And yet they get it right. Life’s ironic.
Nature is too. It’s pretty cruel even at the best of times. The bird’s nest is perched high up in the branches. Suddenly a great gush of wind catches its nest and one of its eggs is dashed to the ground, cracked flat open like a fried egg on a sunny Sunday morning. And you would think that the most majestic of all the feathered creatures would have it all their way. No other bird can soar as high as it can. The eagle. It’s an icon alright. It’s a symbol of national pride. And yet it’s so endangered. How cruel life is. How strange, how ironic.
And to think they named a social media platform after the birds. Call it a tribute to our feathered friends then. No matter how hard life is for them, those little birds have always got a song in them. And then one day it happened. It happened to me. Finally, I was free. Well, I lost my job, but still, I was free. I could do any darn thing I pleased. Maybe you can tell, one of the things I wanted to do was write. But I also wanted to sing for my supper this way. Jeez, it was hard when I started out. I had Facebook.
Fat lot of good that did for me. And I really couldn’t make any head or tail sense of Twitter, given that I was, after all, a wordsmith by trade. How ironic is that. I got it right with WordPress. Finally! But where was the work? It came like a torrent not long after I started posting to Instagram. Maybe you still need to do this, but me, I didn’t even have to buy my own likes. I connected the dots correctly with my tags and, sure enough, I got all the likes I could wish for. Now, I got to say this, Instagram likes free me up to do the projects I really want to sink my teeth into.
While my Instagram marketing platform does its own work, I can spend a few hours away working on my great American novel. And yes, it’s been a while, to this day. There’s some folks out there still asking me, so have I finished writing my book yet. Sigh! Well, at least I’ve got my bread and butter. Thanks, Instagram!