A Bin Full of Ideas

As I stand here in my office and look around, I see so many things left undone.

That time I tried to learn how to crochet, was reminded that my fingers are badly broken, and discovered looms. There's a bag of yarn, some hooks, and an assortment of looms. Next to them is some unfinished scarves.

There's the sewing machine I inherited from my grandmother that I started making a quilt with in the spring. The clips still on the fabric and everything still loaded up, but not a square sewn.

My desk is scattered with the pins I got at tournaments I've been to. They were on one of my backpacks, but I was afraid they would fall off so I put them on my desk while I figured out where their next home should be. I guess this is their home now.

There's the 3d printed pen holder full of various markers I used in the graffiti book my wife bought me for Christmas. I couldn't find the "right" markers so there's a whole collection.

When I turn on the computer, navigate to the website I set up so I would write more, and click on the "posts" tab I can see all of the posts I started and didn't finish. Probably good ideas that were just momentary and when the moment passed, so did the ideas.

There are more note-taking apps than I can count across two laptops and an iPad. All attempts at doing something to try and organize all of the messes. Solid dreams and hopes to organize things that never came to fruition.

GitHub...we don't talk about GitHub.

This doesn't matter...

It took me a lot of years to learn about this concept of safe spaces.

You pick your nose in your car even though you wouldn't pick your nose in a meeting.

The spaces you create are your safe spaces. The spaces allow you to create.

Sometimes, creation is a matter of trying something you're not going to finish to chase the lightning of creativity.

this is mostly an affirmation for myself