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I have a folder with tiny drafts. Notes that I sometimes edit, develop, publish. Often not.
There’s one called In Another Life
In Another Life
I’ll be a chef. An entrepreneur.
Now, I’m just exploring. Grooming. Developing.
In the next one, I’ll be ready.
These texts are raw bits. Uncensored. Unedited. I’m not sure what the chef part is about, but the best I can imagine is that it’s a metaphor for wanting a career built upon a vision that’s my own.
The entrepreneur bit isn’t even a metaphor. It’s all that, the chef, in plain sight. A wish that’s always been with me, though, ever so vague without defined lines or next steps.
It’s a promise that lingers in the background and creeps to the foreground, accompanied with pangs of sadness, often when I discover beautiful brands and concepts.
This time, I’m following the sadness, pulling it like a thread, believing it’ll lead me to what’s missing. I’m mapping those yearnings, making little bets, and talking to people who went before me.
It’s a quest to the other side. Where I hope to see with my own eyes that the grass looks nothing like I imagined it. And whether it turns out to be greener or paler, it doesn’t matter. At the very least, I’ll have turned the sadness into something else, a knowing.
Quote I’m Pondering
“Most artists don’t daydream about making great art—they daydream about having made great art.” –David Bayles and Ted Orland, Art & Fear