I was designing a new campaign today, doing some pre-work for it. Looking at posters, thinking of slogans and one-liners to go with it, writing a blogpost promoting it and watching some videos for display during the campaign launch.
A fly landed on my keyboard (yes, I know, it would sound way cooler if it was a butterfly) and I was startled. As I took my fingers off the keys, pushed my chair back and looked at my screen like I would for the first time - in wonderment. I repeated what I just finished working on - I wrote one-liners. I wrote posts. I looked at videos for display. I put a campaign together. When did all this happen!
While working hard on the school magazine, I'd wish very hard for it to be my day-job. During a workshop I attended when in first year college, I made a collage on a huge poster-board describing all the things that I wanted to do when I grow up - Write. Write some more. Read. Watch cool stuff. Edit. Direct. Emcee. Train/teach. Be far far away from math. Oh, and write.
I hadn't stopped to think about just how much of the collage is not just on paper anymore. I stopped to think then. Allowed myself a deep sigh. And swatted the fly away.
Yes, it was.
A fly landed on my keyboard (yes, I know, it would sound way cooler if it was a butterfly) and I was startled. As I took my fingers off the keys, pushed my chair back and looked at my screen like I would for the first time - in wonderment. I repeated what I just finished working on - I wrote one-liners. I wrote posts. I looked at videos for display. I put a campaign together. When did all this happen!
While working hard on the school magazine, I'd wish very hard for it to be my day-job. During a workshop I attended when in first year college, I made a collage on a huge poster-board describing all the things that I wanted to do when I grow up - Write. Write some more. Read. Watch cool stuff. Edit. Direct. Emcee. Train/teach. Be far far away from math. Oh, and write.
I hadn't stopped to think about just how much of the collage is not just on paper anymore. I stopped to think then. Allowed myself a deep sigh. And swatted the fly away.
Yes, it was.
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"all the things that I wanted to do when I grow up - Write. Write some more. Read. Watch cool stuff. Edit. Direct. Emcee. Train/teach. Be far far away from math. Oh, and write."
That sounds like my dream too... gone sour of course... I am far too close to math for my comfort. sigh... swatting flies away... what else is left to be done anyway?
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