“In this phase of my career I want to, you know, do the things I want to do out of the love of wanting to do it and not care what people say: ‘Oh, he can’t do that’…” – Francis Ford Copolla (TETRO 2009)
My working titles were “The Fear of Currency”, “To Fear and Lust Ahead”, “Passion Introverted” and “Costco and the Single Leather Man”.
The first boring idea was about the definition of currency throughout history and bartering for goods and services. The democracy of food and the fear to go without. The second idea was about figuring out how we use what makes us nervous and excited to move forward, and how we might turn those nerves into lust to propel ourselves even further ahead. The ‘Passion Introverted’ idea was going to be about harnessing and focusing on what we dream of doing but not so much, that we forget to take the first steps in actual practice. The fourth idea ‘Costco and the Single Leather Man’ is self-explanatory. At least it should be! I’m willing to bet if you’ve read this far, I’m not just writing for someone who’s attention span is held only by sexy, satirical, Spanish matador images… Although.. well, we’ll save that for another time.
What the gosh-darn hell am I talking about then? I’m talking about FEAR, people!
NEWSFLASH: There is no shortage of fear in this world. Unlike the scarcity of fresh water, oil, love and good design, there is an abundant and endless supply of fear. One size fits all. Prop yourself up to the table and have yourself a heapin’ helping of it! You want seconds with that? No problem…
My fear at this moment is turning this blog into some sappy, hotel-conference, motivational bullshit ‘shpeal! So I won’t.
I will not insult you by insisting that a few more supportive words will make things get better. It might feel that way for a moment or two, but if it’s not confronted it probably will not dissipate. It will only grow. And it will continue to charge towards us with the momentum it needs to morph itself into something that feels like it’s been there all along. If we let it.
Trapped Chilean Miners; France rioting over increased retirement age; U.S. slush-fund elections courtesy our Supreme Court; Private Banks vs. Private Homeowners; Suicidal gay-youth lynch-mob-bullying; Institutionalized and precariously legal military homophobia… We’ve had much to digest just this week alone. Enough to make us feel that nothing we do matters anymore. No one is really listening. People don’t count anymore.
Hey, tell you what.. I’ve got a cute Tweet for ya’ to cheer us up then: “If a Chilean miner sees his shadow, then there’ll be 6 more weeks of Facebook status updates.” No? Ok, how ‘bout this one: “No Mr. Polanski! We said ‘Miners in a Shaft’ not ‘Minors down a Shaft’!!”
Huh..?!? Wha..!?! Too soon? Well, get over it sunshine! Don’t be afraid. It’s all in your head.
Or… is it?! Yikes… I’m scared – I need a sexy Spanish matador hug now!