Well folks, after eight weeks of asking you to vote for me, and in some cases threatening dance on your front lawn in my red thong if you didn’t (You know who you are), my pursuit of “Performer of the Year” at The Public Blogger came to end yesterday after placing third in the latest round.
While I was disappointed at first for not reaching the finals, it quickly dissipated as I thought about what these past two months have meant to me in terms of how incredibly fortunate I am in my life to have so much support in what I do. From my family and friends, my home town to all of you in the blogosphere, each week I received so much incredible support and encouragament in this endeavor which, truth be told, was exhausting. There were a few times I questioned whether I had gotten myself into something beyond my scope. Being the only humor columnist in a group of poets, photographers and recording artists was a bit like being the only lamb at a coyote picnic; you can’t help but wonder if you’ve gotten the wrong invitation.
It was your constant support and encouragement that inspired me to dig deeper and, for six out of seven weeks, remain at No. 1 in the rankings. The experience not only taught me about myself and what I was capable of achieveing under pressure, it also underscored something I have always believed to be true: Where you finish in a race isn’t nearly as important as running the race in the first place.
I want to thank all of you for being in the stands these past two months to cheer me on. It was one of the most difficult and rewarding experiences of my career. I couldn’t have done it without you.
And I’m glad I didn’t have to.
It’s a fitting irony that our last challenge was to express who we are in relation to our art, and demonstrate whether we are an immitation or representation of it. As most of you know, I’m a firm believer in the importance and value of humor in our lives — as a means of keeping perspective as well as living in the moment.
It’s because of this belief, and the opportunity I have in sharing it with all of you, that I chose to run the race in the first place.
Plus, there was no actual running involved.
Again, I can’t express how appreciative I am for all of you. It’s something that stretches well beyond this competition and continues each day, with every “like” and comment we share. I am looking very forward to getting back to normalcy and having time to visit more and promote less.
Thank you for your support, your patience and belief in me. And also for not making me wear that red thong again…
(Now that the competition is over, I can include this video from yesterday’s challenge. I think it explains a lot about whether my writing is an immitation or reflection of who I am. And that weirdness is clearly genetic in my family…)
Reminder: My fellow nominees, poet Oscar Alejendro Plascencia and 19-year-old mommy blogger Rebecca Lemke, will move on to the finals this Sunday, Dec. 30. If you follow me on Facebook, I’ll still be offering updates and links to the LIVE finale. I’ll also continue to vote and support the show — and I hope you will, too.