Hiding in the flood

A big day for big ideas

Today was a big day for big ideas.

I had so many of them.

They were new.

They were bright.

They were shiny.

They arrived one after another.

They arrived just as I had other things do do.

They went laterally from time to time.

Other time they charged on ahead.

But on this particular day?

I was an idea wrangler!

I roped them up and tied them down. I turned table tops into aquariums where notes pooled and schooled and morphed into outlines of blog posts.

Over a dozen emerged!¹

As the sun set and I packed up to go home I realized that under and behind all of these shiny new ideas, I could see it, plain as day, my good intentions.

My good intentions were hanging out with my ignored plan and intended work. The intended work was a little gritty and didn’t have the same alure that my shiny new ideas have. My intended play involved spending some time with some cast away ideas.

I have a little encampment of misfit ideas that are fun and quirky but don’t quite work. I like to give them attention every now an…