The Winter of My Yearning
Something strange is happening. Friends and colleagues lost to the tides of time have been crossing the great expanse to reconnect. Going beyond the confines of our past relationships, they're reaching out to say my words have touched them in some way.
Each time it's a unique reflection, each time a welcome compliment. I'm overjoyed the work I've dedicated myself to over the course of the last year has reverberated beyond the modest (but most welcome) audience I've built, but that isn't what has struck me as strange.
As my voice has developed, as I've become more open and well-written about the high bars I've set for myself, comments I've received have focused in on a narrow two parts of my life: My four years of sobriety, and the journey I've embarked on to learn how to swim in my late 30s.
My gratitude knows no bounds that my story is resonating with others, but a fear looms that I've managed to pigeonhole myself. That Trey Kauffman has become synonymous with Sober Guy and Swimming Guy, or maybe the catchier Sober Swimming Guy.
There's a branding proverb in there, and it's if you want people to find you interesting, you have to do interesting things.