It all begins with an idea
then that Idea meets reality and…
well…
Shit!
How an idea come together? How exactly does an idea emerge from mind space, nothing and enter the real world? Probably the same way that babies are borne, slowly, painfully with a great deal of mess and unsightly-ness.
I’m was finding my self trying to envision this project, a new life-style and potential business, in its entirety. I think this is a mark of a failure to be. The human mind cannot grasp items of a certain scale, be it too big, too small or too complex, much less a thing which will change shape over time.
The human mind cannot grasp
items of a certain scale.
Beginning this project, the project of having an online expression, a place for my ideas to reside, and possibly be heard. Began in typical fashion for me. A scattershot, over thought, under executed, Rube Goldberg machination. The one aspect that varied from the norm was a long term persistent desire to get something like this off the ground. In all the other ways it was par for the course. That is to say a cluster-fuck of mind, emotions, and no real plan. I’m editing this entry nearly a year after it was originally written, to make it tolerable and lay out the ideas with a bit less teenage angst, as illustrated below.
“How the hell does it all connect together? I either don’t know enough (granted) and can’t know in its entirety.
Starting x number of things, and having each suck $ from my bank account just sucks (clever use of the word suck there.).
But starting with everything perfect from the outset is a guaranteed show stopper so here’s to doing it the slow
clunky expensive way. We’ll just call this an education cost. “Good by savings. I hope this project takes off so
that I can afford to eat.” “Oh shit I said that on my last project!”“
Old man Typing - Midjourney
Cost is real. I remember when I learned of opportunity cost, my mind was blown with the realization that when you set yourself to a course, you miss all the other opportunities, that’s the price of a taken opportunity. This realization became a trap for me. I didn’t want to commit to a course because of the opportunity cost. Then I started thinking of my meager funds as a catch-22, each dollar spent represented missed opportunities and each dollar saved was the same.
I was locked into an epic case of FOMO.
What’s different, what’s changed?
I think this project, the project of my expression, would have come about in time. My thoughts kept circling back to “I have to get these ideas out there, so they can catch fire.” What’s changed is that I’m older. I have an unprecedented amount of safety, security, and stability in my life. The degree of security, and “leisure time” I have allows me to be involved in civics and seek fulfillment through expression. I want this, and more for everybody.
When I think about what the world would look like if everybody had the security to take risks, the safety to express them selves, and the “leisure time” to be involved in their communities, I get a tear in my eye. What a beautiful world that would be! Or at the very least I think it’s a world we should at least try before moving on.
