Baseball workouts are cancelled today, so Hk can sleep in till a decent hour. I’m good with sleeping in, but Molly wonderbeagle never gets the memo. Ever.
So, even though we could prolly sleep till nearly 0700, I’m shocked but not surprised that shirty little bitch is ready Togo for walkies at a quarter till five. 0445. Isyn.
That’s prolly a good thing, I gots a burgeoning weasel pile of creative briefs, capers, blog posts, and the highly controversial project interruption needing a proper length of leadership. Or, as Seth calls it- laying the tracks for the tribe to ride upon. Into greatness. Into tomfoolery.
Meatballs had an interesting conversation last week, in which she told someone who asked what she did that she was a writer. His response? “A writer is who you are. Writing is what you do. Never confuse the two.”
Interesting take. Seems like more and more of how I fill the overpacked days involves some level of writing. Some level of track laying.
Even if badly.
Dunno that my great grandfather would understand the tools, but I bet he’d get my intent. To help inspire our tribe into their special space of mastery, autonomy, and purpose. Doubt you need any help with any of that, seems like I’m preaching to the choir on this channel. You already gots all that, or you wouldn’t be here. But I’m glad you are here, and honoured that you would stop by for a proper length. This daily posting, first thing in the morning before checking the email,fb,txtmsgs,&twitters has been a great cathartic release. And sure helps me lay some tracks.
Btw, I pinched that quote from meatballs at bof, here’s a link. They do a proper blog, not just ramblings of a narcissistic madman. Here’s a link to em, if it works. http://www.brainsonfire.com/blog/index.php/2012/02/07/airport-conversations-and-the-secret-sauce-of-success/#disqus_thread