If you’re in my inner circle, you know, what’s been going down with my sailboat plans.
Which is this… I don’t know shit.
Really.
And I am in the dark, as much as you.
All you need to know (and that I keep reminding myself) is that I have a dream. And I happen to believe that if I can think it, the means to create & fulfill it are freely available to help the dream take shape and become a physical reality.
The Death of a Dreamer
Steve Jobs. Here’s what I think when I think about him.
“If we were REALLY being authentic, we’d admit it hurts like hell.”
In Naomi Dunford’s latest post, she talks about how we (try to) filter our authenticity through ‘only the feel good’ stuff (which isn’t real authenticity at all) and the high cost of being truly authentic when you’re ittybiz’in it.
That last line is what did it for me. I (have finally) found my permission. Not from Naomi but in her demonstration and willingness to take the risk of showing her pain.
I saw this movie yesterday, during a movie marathon. A couple of mentionables on that list are “The Invinceable” and “A Good Year.” We attempted “Blood Diamond” and it was just way too violent and bloody for us to even get through.
We ended the marathon with “Tuesdays with Morrie” which I had heard about from others. It is a screen adaptation of a book by Mitch Alborn who’s other movie “5 People You Meet In Heaven” is on my movie myspace list. I will be adding Morrie as soon as I’m finished blogging here.
