Hiding in the flood
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…
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