The other day I was asked to appear on a morning television news show to comment on the image being communicated by the leaders of the three main political parties in Canada. (This is not inconsistent with my role as a consultant in communication strategies.) However, I realized that if I were to do justice to this commentator role -- and not embarrass myself -- I would actually have to pay attention to the minutiae of the political campaigns. This would mean watching and reading all the media coverage of the leaders as, like most political figures, they make their hollow promises. (Isn't a promise not kept a lie?)
I recognized, however, that unlike my political coworkers I am more interested in people than public policy. In this I suppose I have more in common with writers of fiction (without the requisite writing talent . . . lol) than pundits. What interests me on a deeper personal level are people's individual lives; their anxieties, hopes, pleasures, dreams and reasons for sadness.
The big sweeping issues that preoccupy political analysts and policy wonks seem pallid in comparison to the delight of learning ever more about how we "little people" go about living our days and nights.