This blog is my teeny-tiny-premature-still-in-the-NICU-baby. Can I call my first challenge – no television for thirty days – a success? Hmmm. I could say no. I don’t think I exceeded five days without breaking down and watching something. And of course, break the seal and well…you know. The days in-between grew fewer.
But I won’t say “No. It wasn’t a success”. Because it was a valuable experiment. It has illuminated how much of an addiction t.v. is for me, a time suck, a life suck, a creativity suck. On a gentler note, I came to embrace the guilty pleasure in it. I saw how I could make time for it, being the only “glass of wine” I imbibe. But I would have to be careful. It is a slippery slope. I saw that too.
The most powerful gift extracted from this trial was this blog. Just the trying and failing of it got me here, writing. I chronicled and laughed at myself. I told the truth. And while I was posting, baring my back for public flagellation, I continued to try to learn and seek professionals to help me execute the full working site I have in my mind’s eye. I have pursued. I have persevered. I have made progress. There’s been traction in creativity and dynamic focus toward my vision.
“I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot…and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
– Michael Jordan
I wanna be like Mike. Hell, I am like Mike.
(on a grossly smaller pay scale and without the athletic prowess).
Stay tuned. I have another super-scary-challenge for myself. So scary, I’m afraid to utter it. Afraid to even try. Which is why it needs to happen.