I blogged a couple of years ago about one of those reality shows about junk. “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure”, right? My friend Jack Edwards is a collector. He loves antique cars and music. I love going to his place and just looking around. And everything has a story.
I had another friend that used to talk to people at bars about musicians. I would always giggle at the looks on people’s faces when he would talk to them about some guitar or steel player like they were this big deal and the person he was talking to didn’t even recognize the name of the musician they played for. Don’t get me wrong – Jake Hooker and Gary Carpenter are amazing musicians. But John Doe at the local bar has no idea who the heck they are. But to my friend – they were the equivalent of George Strait and the Ace in the Hole Band.
Value. Today I am thinking about value. Value is what YOU assign to a person, place or thing. It doesn’t matter what someone else assigns to it or what they think about it.
Did you ever talk to someone about buying something and they had a firm number that they would not back down from? For some reason they assigned a value that could not be changed in their mind. Was that the item’s actual worth? Probably not – but they personally imprinted a number to that thing.
Value seems to me to be somehow tied to the heart and feelings. You love some piece of jewelry or shirt or song because it reminds you of some place and time or someone that you cared about. Or even negatively, something becomes of little value to you because it reminds you of someone or something that you hate.
Today I am thinking about value and assigning myself a number higher than I ever have in the past. For a lot of reasons.