I had a great idea recently. It likely came to me as I prepared to take a physical exam or possibly during the family holiday that followed. Maybe there were even two of them, great ideas that is, but I couldn’t tell you about either.
When I was a younger man, the ideas and thoughts queued in a more manageable fashion. I was inspired to begin booking and promoting rock concerts and so I did that. I had the gumption to start a record label and so I did that next. You could argue, with believable conviction, that these were not logical ideas but the ideas flowed in a logical way into my mind allowing me to grip them and give each a go with everything I had at the present, which admittedly wasn’t a lot of what was needed to succeed but I was capable of focusing and that’s something.
The mind of a married 40 year old father of two was destined to be more muddled but I couldn’t know then that the orderly routine of ideation, like naptime and those sugar-laced fruit punch juice barrels before it, would be a premium benefit of youth.
Words, phrases, story lines and reflections come at me now like moths smacking against a plane of glass in a frantic bid to reach the light on the other side. There’s little in the way of rhyme or reason, only desperation and a failure obvious to all who are aware of the plight.
But…
I had the idea for this post and here it is, so maybe a lone moth can occasionally find its way to the shiny prize.
That’s an encouraging thought I could really use to stick around for a little while longer.
