I have a long list of hedonistic pleasures (more on that another day), one of which is allowing myself to get lost in what's possible, and to let the thinking-about-doing completely eclipse the actually-doing. I hide it well, but my brain thinks about making and doing and drawing and living—plotting and scheming, as I like to call it—approximately 1430 minutes out of every day.
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Here's one thing I do know: maybe execution doesn't always deliver, but never executing never delivers.
Going to the effort to peel an orange that turns out to be pulpy and tasteless is so frustrating and so common for me that I don't buy or eat oranges anymore. I don't miss them. I don't even really remember what they taste like. I do, however, invest the effort to eat clementines and grapefruits. What does that mean? It means that whatever calculation of risk and return is going on in my citrus consumption needs to be applied to my balance of planning and execution of work, or I'm going to wind up with creative scurvy.
Yes, I do have a point, and it's not just about why and when I decide to put pencil to paper. Any time I'm left alone with a blank page, an empty suitcase, a gift card to Amazon, a roomful of books, a lengthy to-do list, or a weekend with no plans, it looks like this:
Here's where I think most effective people (like my sister) are. They've thought things through enough to move forward, but don't spend any more time than necessary hemming and hawing before digging in. I bet there are several artists I admire who are even farther to the right than this X:
One of my motivating factors in starting this blog is to help keep me mindful of the balance between living in a plotting/scheming fantasyland and actually putting some of those grand designs to work. Posting on the blog counts as action; making something to post on the blog counts as action, too, and that's where the magic is really supposed to happen. And just like I always am preaching, with more practice, this whole action thing ought to get easier and better.