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How Jason got his groove back

Have you ever witnessed a transformation occur before your blinking eyes? In someone you know well? Ann and I have been privy to this very thing with someone we work with on a daily basis. 

The change — pronounced — doesn’t come as a surprise, we always knew this individual had tremendous ability. Even so, when someone embarks on change, the results can be breathtaking . . . as if a skin has been molted and a new super-charged being has emerged.

Jason Fennell has worked with our gallery on and off for eight-ish years, in freelance and full-time capacities. Before launching into Jason as Superhero, let me tell you a quantum bit of information about him first . . .  

Freelance living in suburbia . . . on bicycle
 

It’s true. For years Jason managed to live in suburbia as a freelancer — in oh so many things, too numerous to list here, but I’ll trot some out because you’re curious: 

  • Computer office skills of almost legendary ability
  • Graphic design
  • Website work
  • Operations — you name it, he can do it better, shipping, receiving, inventory, whatever you can throw at him — in fact, whatever 10 monkeys could toss at him randomly Jason can reassemble into perfect order faster than a fry cook can deliver your hash browns.
  • Other odd jobs

I can tell you all this now because we’re not afraid to lose him. (He’s already leaving.) Though it’s never too late for you to make a better offer, I’m sure. 

The extraordinary aspect of his freelancing was hinted at in the bold title above . . . he managed to work multiple jobs and projects for over 15 years in a spread-out suburban sprawl on a bicycle! He never once owned a car. 

Across bridges, down boulevards, into gated communities, from retail center to industrial park to offices, Jason wound his way there by bike. I’m fatigued writing about it.

This ended a year ago or so — the bicycling hell-bent everywhere — but still. Think about that. When you were taking your late morning coffee break after a few hours on the job, Jason was hurtling from his first gig to his second gig miles away on a bicycle.

In combat boots. 

With his ponytail and earrings and urban rebel look. That was Jason on his bike clocking thousands of miles, looking foreign (to the suburbanites) and fierce (though really a good-natured bloke — and we can call him a bloke because his Mom’s British, so there). 

So why would Jason need to get his groove back when he sounds like he’s been cutting his own groove since he emerged from the chrysalis into adulthood?

We all have trying times.

For Jason it happened when it shouldn’t have, when he was attaining a long-held dream of going back to England to live. 

He was married to the wrong person (he knows now). They drank too much. They puffed out, gained weight. Things went awry. They went to England but came back, separated suddenly, and Jason found himself having lost the dream of England and his marriage. And in desperate need for cash.

Let’s jump to now . . . since I like hopscotching around. 

Jason is in love with the loveliest, artsiest, brainiest lass (and his affection is returned, important to note). The combat boots and urban look from 20 years ago, jettisoned. He’s positively stylish, in casual jeans chic.

More than this, he’s engaged from heart to head to toe in molding his life. He won’t say this — but I will — he’s an artist in crafting a life and he’s committed again to the craft.

Here he is now, energized, fit, alert in mind and spirit,
ambitious to get on with the adventure of it all with a woman he cares
about intensely. 

In the gallery he’s stepped up his presence to such a degree that clients bend to him . . . he’s articulate, passionate, he connects. He takes the artwork in more comprehensively, he asks questions of it in ways he didn’t a few years back. He’s curious. His mind leaps about seeking possibilities . . . .

So how did Jason rise from the ashes?
I asked him this very thing the other day, impressed by how far he’s come since the downbeat recent past.

“I converted all the chaos into creative energy.”

“I rode my bike somewhere, sat down and worked on creative projects.”

He watched The Secret, which led to Down the Rabbit Hole — aka What The Bleep Do We Know?! — which helped him because of the science pointing in the same direction as his inclinations. He opened his mind to the Law of Attraction and saw results.

I remember stories from Jason detailing item after item he stumbled upon when he was setting up his newly single life. He would think of something he needed, and with uncanny accuracy it would appear, in the trash, discarded streetside, handed to him by someone who thought he might want it. 

This was essentially how Jason populated his first apartment when going solo — by thinking about his needs and then watching them materialize around him in his journeys.

Above all, he threw himself into creation’s power. He threw himself into creating work, and when he couldn’t work at something that would bring him money, he would work on a beloved project that might. 

With all this creation energy expended it was inevitable a woman of equal creativity would appear, it was inevitable his income would increase, it was inevitable his circumstances would improve, it was inevitable his options would multiply, it was inevitable the world would bend his way.

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