Merriam-Webster defines curator as “one who has the care and superintendence of something.” Often, a curator is the title of one who oversees a collection, such as in a museum. Many would argue that I belong in a museum; my body being the chief accuser. But, how does this contextually apply to this blog, The Curated Man? Well, there has been one constant in my evolution as a human, a man. There is one person who is ultimately responsible for the care and superintendence of me: me.
I chose the tile The Curated Man because…well, I’m a man. The principle theory, of course, applies to all people, not just to men. But, I am a man and my writing is filtered through a male lens. I have no practical experience in being a woman and would never pretend to know what that experience is like; though I do try to think about the lenses others view life through. Hence, The Curated Man was born.
I didn’t start life with the approach that I was curating myself. In my teens, I struggled to focus on much past playing baseball, being in what could be loosely defined as a rock band and pretending to be cooler than I actually was. In my twenties, I thought I had everything figured out, so why bother thinking of such profound concepts. In my thirties, I realized I was wrong about nearly everything in my twenties and entered a brief period of self-pity and anger. It wasn’t until I began my relationship with Shani and embarking on the parenting adventure, that I thought seriously about the concept of being the curator of myself and everything that it entails.
It would be too easy to say that meeting Shani caused a sudden and stark change in my acceptance of the gravity of the role I needed to play in my continued maturity. It would be equally naive to say that the moment came when I became a father. There are certainly correlations, but the connection to causation is sketchy. No Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc arguments here. It was a process, one which I am still refining today. Along the way, I’ve learned some simple yet sobering truths. It has been equal parts pain and joy. Most of all, it’s a journey which has just begun.
As I continue on this never-ending work, I invite you to join me. Some days the words may be explorative and contemplative. Other days may be light and riddled with humor and musings. Maybe you’re on a similar journey. Maybe you know someone else that is. Maybe you will share what you’ve learned through our own personal curation. Maybe…just maybe, we’ll all get something out of the dialogue. If you haven’t already, officially follow the blog. If something resonates…hit like, share and tell me more about it.