I have this young editor, Jenni. Every post you read must first pass through the critical evaluation of this bright, well-read superstar. Whenever I get out of line, perhaps submitting something the tiniest bit melancholy or what Jenni perceives as corny, it goes straight in the trash can. Clever sarcasm? Forget about it.
This got me thinking. What if I had Jenni way back when, editing the choices I made in my younger days? She would have taken my second beer right out of my hands. Jenni may have nixed my hitchhiking adventures. I’ll bet I’d have never flunked out of the University of Illinois under Jenni’s guidance. I may have graduated with honors. Several of the failed corporations I started with great enthusiasm would have never made it off the drawing board.
But, alas, Jenni wasn’t there to guide me through the tough patches of my past. Yet, now I possess fascinating material for thousands of stories based on hard lessons I learned along the way.
And how lucky I am today to have Jenni as a colleague.
Watch this: I’m going to sneak this post right by Jenni. She will read it at the same time you do.