That was such a solid start, it’ll be hard to follow such an act

I tried hard to carry the momentum that I woke with on Sunday through the day, and while I’m proud of how well I did, I definitely hit a wall after a late dinner. I laid flat on the floor, thinking to stretch my back a bit and took a nap instead.

When I woke on Monday, just a couple minutes before the alarm and still feeling the pace from the weekend, I realized that this week is not going to look as impressive as I headed out to the grocery store for a few things to cover the day’s breakfast and dinner.

I won’t have any time in the kite room on Monday, between that errand, the “day-job”, and the Scout meeting.

Tuesday was very nearly another wash. Between sleeping in to the alarm, the “day-job”, a zoom meeting for Scouts, and a couple evening lockouts, I was only able to spend about 10 minutes of the Full of Stars shield kites.

2.5 inch miniature shield kite from cocktail napkin mounted on easel cards

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Wednesday didn’t go well either. I had wanted to put together a kite specifically to share on Thursday for “Star Wars Day” (May the Fourth), but simply felt no motivation.

2 inch Sotich Shield kite mounted on easel card

On Thursday, I finally found some energy once getting home in the evening. I got to put about an hour into framing more of the Full of Stars shield kites, and then posted this gem from the portfolio for 5/4. Then I made some time to enjoy the latest Guardians of the Galaxy movie with my youngest at our local theatre.

Friday morning, I spent a few minutes before work on another Star Wars themed kite and more framing on the Full of Stars shields.

This will probably be it for the week, I’m planning to head out to my father’s place to help him with some manual labor projects

Let’s try posting more regularly for a bit

So, I’m told that I need to start a mailing list. And to have something to send out to that mailing list on the regular. So, I’m gonna try writing a post up every week with what’s coming out of my kite room (and probably some excuses why there isn’t more).

Monday night there was some good light after work, and since I was still spluttering from my cold, I bowed out of the Scout meeting and spent most of the evening hacking up a lung and tending to some yard work that my kids have been unable to get after for me. Then in a fit of raw spite, I made it into the kite room and cut out the rest of a batch from the lovely floral print I’ve been working with.

Set of 2.5 inch pentagon sails

I finished out my brief session in the kite room putting the finishing touches on a new template for the 2.5 inch pentagon sails, and the mask to go with it.

Tuesday started out strong with slipping into the kite room while getting the youngest off to school, and me ready for the “day-job” to select a sail for a one-off to use as a card for an ailing family member. It won’t be all that I want it to be, but I’m so particular, and I’m feeling done with letting such things slow me down much. I’ll try to have it framed up tonight, but while I was waiting to have access to my wife’s trove of cross-stitch floss, I went back to work on some of the kites that I started last week.

I took a moment to enjoy a view that I’m not often exposed to while a job. The wind kicking up waves was calling to the power kite junkie far into my past.

Despite a lockout call that interrupted dinner, fatigue (from the day at work and the cold that just won’t go away), and participating in the call from my oldest, I made it back to the kite room Tuesday evening to continue on the kites from the morning.

Here’s how the one-off turned out.

The work Wednesday morning was hardly worth mentioning. I might have got more than one kite on a card, if not for sleeping up to the alarm and a string of coughing fits. We’ll see how I feel after work. While off at the “day-job” I listened through yet another episode of the Cathy Heller podcast and found her discussion with Donald Miller fascinating. I’ll have to try applying a few of the ideas he brought up, and probably buy his new book.
Wednesday evening started out strong despite the call of yard work. Once I got the kids started on that project, I made my way to the kite room and finished putting the last of the Spring picket Pentagons on cards. I meant to be back after a brief break for dinner, but a couple of lockout calls had me up way past my bedtime.

Thursday started out strong, not on kites, rather with errands. A trip after groceries for dinner, and a quick post to Facebook over a local traffic issue used up any time that I might have before heading out to spend my day waiting.
After the “day-job” on Thursday, I managed to get the youngest started on some chores, and the myself into the kite room. I had a lot more energy than I’ve had recently, but it was frenetic, so I made some progress on a batch of the floral print that I had cut out earlier in the week, but I always want 110% and I didn’t give it.

Friday morning I only made it in to the kite room for a moment before heading out for a short day with the day-job, a check in with my wife’s oncologist, and couple other errands. I spent a fair amount of time putting frames on more of the floral prints, and cut out a batch of the next Rainbow stripe Shield kites between a couple of lockout calls in the evening.

2.5 inch miniature shield kite from cocktail napkin mounted on easel cards

Saturday morning I slept in longer than I wanted, so I started in on my steps at first light, and then got back to the Floral prints. After getting all of them on cards, I made progress on the Rainbow stripes and the Full of Stars print which I’ve had for a while.

2.5 inch miniature shield kite from cocktail napkin mounted on easel cards

I stayed up too far past bed time, but I felt very good about the productivity. I was still abuzz with that positivity when I woke on Sunday morning and started out to get my step well before it was light. It took a while to get the Rainbow stripes  onto their cards after a lockout call threw my off my stride, but with some persistence I finished those, got to work framing the Full of Stars Shields, and cut out a batch of the Pretty on Pink shield kites.

2.5 inch miniature shield kite from cocktail napkin mounted on easel cards

I’m glad to be feeling better. Clearly it helped me get quite a bit done this week.

I didn’t post for a year?

I need to drop an update on my very full year, but if I write it now it will come off very whiny, so instead I’ll just post the miniatures that I have made up this week.

Reach out if you have an interest in getting a box with 13 of these little kites to help you stay in touch with friends and family, and share your love of kites with your community.

I adore this butterfly graphic, and it caught the attention of some of my friends too. This is from the last box of butterflies that was ordered, and will go out in the mail today. I have some more of this material, so let me know if you need to have 13 of these to fly with your friends this spring.

Living in a coastal town, sea stars (also known as starfish) are a big thing. I loved taking this graphic off center. Also, BLUE, deep rich blue, it’s a thing for me. I’m looking forward to finishing the box with 13 of these stars, I wonder where they will fly away to, let me know if it needs to be your house.

I’ve been in search of the perfect birthday graphic. I think this one has some potential, and I think the purple helped to show off the the colorful candles. I wonder if these will be invitations for a party.
Let me know if you need to share these fun kites with your friends.

For each of these patterns, I’m offering 13 miniature kites mounted on easle-cards that can be mailed using one forever stamp. The packages also have envelopes and notes on displaying the card and for flying the kite indoors. I’m asking $200 for each box, priority postage paid (in the US only, please). Please leave a comment below and I’ll reach out to firm up the details.

It’s been a while, but I must have gotten bored…

I haven’t posted in the longest time. I had been busying myself with commitments to Scout units, and then there was the pandemic. My family did the best we could to continue Scouting with precautions, but the opportunities presented to us were severely limited.

In the mean time, I managed to do some chores around the house that previous obligations had kept me from, and to set up a little space to start pumping out miniatures on a regular basis (although I have yet to be successful at marketing them).

I also managed to dedicate some of my time off to get out of town and assist my father in preparing his property for sale, and got my youngest a fair amount of time to get to know his Grandma as her health deteriorated.

Then, just when I thought that I had a moment, a temptation crossed my path, and (of course) I fell for it.

One of the kitebuilders that I admire, blasted out a message about an art project that was looking for kitemakers to step up to finish painted sails into kites.

I made contact with the folks at Art4Water and the fun began.

But not quickly.

It took weeks to get the sail, and since I was on call when it arrived, I didn’t jump straight into setting up to finish the sail (my workspace isn’t currently set up for large kite projects).

That’s when I get a call of desperation from my dad. He’s accepted an offer on his property, and opted for a short close, so he needs to be out of his 3 bedroom farm house stuffed to the gills with his life from the last decade, as well as the warehouse, workshop, and storage sheds that have been the business location for kite production and online sales, and the storage for the equipment to manage the property, and the realtor wants him out yesterday.

So after 10 days of running until we fell down, while I’m nearly unable to communicate with my own family (much less with anyone else) we managed to get most (but not all) of Dad’s life off the property and 5 hours away to the spot where he’s landing temporarily, so that I could rush back to my life with my employer antsy to have me back on the job. Fortunately I had a week until I was on call again, but it took that week and the two being on call for me to recover to where I could work on that kite that I waited for, just to have it wait for me.

In the mean time communication is still a challenge (my phone was all jacked up, and I didn’t have the time to shop for a replacement, much less adjust to it; and the folks from Art4Water are getting anxious.

They were trying to be understanding (I can see there text messages, NOW), and asking me to fire the sail off to someone else for completion, but my phone was being wonky, so I was putting all of my creative energy into the project (not being able to take any more time from work limited that energy though).

So with about a week before they begin hanging the display I finally dropped the piece (I never got it to fly, so I won’t call it a kite) off to Texas.

When will I learn that just because I think a project sounds cool, doesn’t mean that I need to stick my hand up? Not yet, apparently.

I’ve got instructions for assembly with some detail pictures on a page that I’ll leave up for the organization, and for anyone that may wind up acquiring the piece.

Digging my way out of a hole

I have to admit that I do not live in an abundant mindset.

I could go on and on about how my mindset was formed when I was raised by a single dad, who bounced from job to job trying to find a way to get ahead, only to enter a relationship with someone who used him (and eventually all his children) for years. About how my family for as many generations as I know were laborers, farms, mills, whatever was available at the time.

I could waste your time explaining how I live in a depressed, rural area, on the edge of the world, where it is impossible to make enough money to pay all the bills, much less get out from underneath the eight ball.

However, I won’t spend anymore time on the limitations. I need to change my mindset. It’s time to get myself out of the hole that I feel I’m in. It is time to move the needle.

Time to move the needle, but not necessarily time to move forward.

That hole is really a gully

For years, my mindset has lead me to think of my position in life as a hole. I have spent years thinking that I needed to work hard to get myself and my family out of that hole, and despaired at the lack of quality tools at my disposal.

I have been focused on my footing, and handholds directly along the path that I think I need to take. I have flatly ignored anything outside of that path, letting myself think that the slope surrounds me, and is as steep on every side (even behind me).

Some months ago I realized that the hole that I was envisioning is actually a gully. I have been trying to scale a slope that is too steep for me, instead of turning, adjusting my path or even traveling along the trench to find another route to my desired destination.

All the time that I had been working on moving along this path, trying to buoy my spirit over not having adequate means, I’ve been ignoring the most important tool that any of us has. My attention!

In my bullheadedness, I have been trying to go straight up an insurmountable grade, instead of taking a look around and trying to find a better way to get there.

It’s time to look for that better way. I may never find it, but you never know until you try. After all, the best definition of insanity is repeatedly trying the same thing, and expecting different results (as is credited to A. Einstein). I haven’t been able to move the needle the way I’ve been trying, it’s high-time to try another direction.

I may not be able to scale the wall of my trough, but maybe if I move a different direction along it, I will find an opening that leads me toward my goal. Maybe it will lead to more difficult places, but you never know unless you move.

Maybe, if I move long enough and pay enough attention, it will lead to a shallower grade. Maybe it will lead to places where I can blaze my own trail.

Maybe by paying a little less attention to the goal, and more attention to the conditions surrounding me I will be able to climb out of the ditch switching directions back and forth like a hiking trail, or a rural highway leads up a mountain side.

Remember to tack

Paying attention will be the key. For too long I have held the thought of myself as the labor, I need to start to manage myself. I need to captain my ship, not just handle the ropes.

It turns out that while traveling under sail, it is exceedingly rare to get a wind that will take you directly to the place you want to go.

There are tools to adjust the way that the boat interacts with both the water and the wind, and if the wind you have is very close to that rare and perfect condition, these are adequate for getting the boat where you intend.

However, there are many times when the wind isn’t even close to perfect. At these times the sails can be stowed, but the boat will still be subject to the currents. Most of the time the best thing to do is to go ahead and move, but to go along a line that gets you close to your destination.

As you approach your intended destination, or as the winds change (and they do change), you can change the direction that you are traveling to get you closer and closer to where you wanted to go in the first place. By moving in a wrong direction, you are getting home faster than if you sat still (which is never as still as you think).

I need to start keeping my sails full, keep a weather eye, and be prepared to change my tack to keep me moving toward my destination.

Keep the light shining

Along my way, I need to make certain that I don’t lose anyone that wants to follow my path.

I have been busy doing the work of my life, and that work will have caught the attention of some in my surroundings. I need to keep shining my light out so that I lead the willing along my new path, and attract a community interested in moving their own position.

You could consider this post as a turn signal, letting those in my neighboring lanes know that I intend to disrupt the flow of traffic, and find a new path.

Now to see how quickly I can steer this ship to a new heading, and what winds I my find out there.

Stay tuned.

Apparently I needed a break

Let me start by apologizing about my last post. I was trying to get to a place where I was writing more regularly, and while I had some ideas that I needed to get out, I clearly was not in a space to write to you. I felt that the post was off before I posted it, but was not in a place to rewrite it.

It has been a minute since I wrote that and some stuff has definitely come up for me, but I’m still working through it and will have to bring it to you once I can finish processing it all.

I have a problem

Today while I’m filling time with my day job, I’m listening to an episode of Seth Godin’s Akimbo podcast. The episode is called Bill Gates has a problem, and presents the idea that the list of billionaires that was started by Bill Gates and Warren Buffett is still making money faster than they are giving it away, and that one of the reasons for that fact that many of them are using the money the same way that they look for investments, and philanthropic efforts suffer because they are left in a penny pinching environment that stifles the creativity necessary to take them to the next level.

Seth posits that in lieu of investing in efforts that may make a tremendous difference to some downtrodden community or another these people that are far beyond the point where they need to work for their daily bread are making donations that will earn them a building or at least a wing with their name on it.

At about 20 minutes into the episode, I realized that they are doing this because they think that is the way that they will shine their light furthest out into the world. That they know that one day they will die, and that this thing can carry their name well into the future.

Right on the heals of that thought, it occurred to me that I too am just doing the best that I can to shine my light out into the world and leave a legacy after I shuffle off my mortal coil.

Shine your light out

The writing that I’m doing here is one way that I’m trying my best. With some more practice, maybe someday I’ll get my message down to something that will help someone. After my last post it is clear that I could use some more practice, but I hope that in general my writing is getting clearer.

I’m not just writing out into the darkness. As I mentioned earlier, recently some things have come up for me, and when I’ve processed them enough, I will put them out to the world here. The first step in that processing was having an emotional discussion on the subject with a dear friend of mine (who happens to be an editor), and asking her if she would mind looking over my thoughts when I can finally coral them.

With her help, I intend to put the thoughts out, not just here on my website that is hidden in plain site, but giving it some legs on social media. Part of me wonders if, in good time, she will look at other posts for me.

Getting lost in the fog

These posts are not the only way that I’m trying to shine my light out into my communities. Sometimes though my light seems to be lost in the fog.

I think that the work that I do with the scout units is an investment that can continue to pay off through the ages. While I myself have a very brief scouting story, I have encountered too many former scouts and scout moms that look back fondly on their experiences, and learned far too much as an adult leader myself too not see an immense value in the experience, and see how the lessons learned can be reinvested many times into the future.

That being said, I have been struggling to help in one of my scout units. On one hand, I see glaring problems with the delivery of the program, and every time I jump to fill another crack in the dam, I’m told that my help is appreciated, but then on the other hand, when I point out a challenge, my advice is disregarded.

I try to overlook these slights and others, but after so many years invested in the effort to learn, follow, and teach the patrol method to each wave of adults and youth; foster the scouting spirit; and grow this unit in particular and the care that I try to give to each family that is following the trail to eagle, I have started to care less for those that need to be in charge more than they need to guide these youth.

This change in my attitude toward those that clearly have a need (whether they will identify it or not) feels like a loss to me. A battle that came to me, that I was not prepared to wage. I’m especially troubled by the seeming loss, as I will have continuing opportunity to slip into the conflict as I shift my attention to a unit that has loose links to those leaders.

I feel like my light is lost in the fog of a war that I don’t even believe in, but I hold hope that the conflict will be brief. What I know is that I need to shine my light out, and that I will endeavor to avoid the fray in order to keep the fog to a minimum.

I’m continue to be certain that there are those that need to see my light, and that I need to let those that are looking for another light go on their own path. Until they are finished packing their bags and get on their way, the best that I can do is steer clear and continue to shine out to the rest of the world.

So for now, shine on.

Traffic Signal

If you are busy doing your work, and keeping your light bright, others will notice. You will gain the attention, however briefly to those closest to you.

Quickly, many of those others will start to let you know that what you are doing does not suit them. They may make fun of you, tell you the foolishness of your work, or even actively obstruct your work.

Do your best to ignore these messages. If the work you’re doing lights you up, do it as much as you can. Stoke those fires, and disregard the naysayers.

Shine out bright

With your fires stoked and burning brightly, throw back the shade, lift up your light, and let it reach out as far as it can.

While your work may not be of interest to those closest to you, the more you shine out your light, the more chances you have to attract the attention of those that enter your vicinity, however briefly.

As I’m fortunate to live on the Left Coast, I helped out on a field trip for one of my sons some time ago to a lighthouse that is still being kept. During the trip, I spotted a navigational chart, and noticed that each lighthouse was marked by a circle indicating the distance from which the light could be seen by ships traveling the coastline.

Keep your light as bright as you can and build it up high, so that it can reach further out to the world as it sails past. The more ships that your beacon can reach, the more likely you are to attract someone to help you build your beacon higher.

Shine out clear

As you continue to do the work, keep doing what builds your beacon higher, and your fires brighter.

Those closest to you may try to persuade you to do your work their way. If their way makes your fire burn brighter, that’s great, gratefully accept the assistance. If, however, the change puts a filter on your light, then you may not be attracting the traffic that will help you build up your beacon.

Another detail that I noticed on that navigational chart was that the circle for each lighthouse was broken in a pattern that represented sixty seconds. While I had driven past this lighthouse for years, I had failed to realize that the light blinked in a specific pattern to signal to any ships that might need to use it for navigation, not only that there was a lighthouse here, but precisely which one they were looking at.

If you are letting those in your immediate vicinity put too much influence on your work, then your signal will be distorted. This distorted message may attract more negative influence, and may keep those whose attention you need to attract from noticing your light.

Like that lighthouse if you are truly doing your work, you will put out a clear signal that says this is me and this is what I’m about. That signal has a much better chance of attracting the help, tools, and goods that you need to keep building your beacon ever higher, and stoking those fires brighter and brighter.

This post is brought to you by the Friends of the Yaquina Light House, and Cathy Heller’s podcast Don’t Keep Your Day Job.

Sharing your scars

The little town that I live in seems to have as many antique shops as coffee stands, and since I’m the Great Northwest, that is more than a few.

I’m not a collector or connoisseur of antiques, but when I make the time to visit one, I’m often reminded of the saying “One man’s trash is an other’s treasure”. In these shops will wait items in various stages of use or abuse that someone was finished with, but there remains hope that someone else will be attracted to some feature or another. Sometimes that feature is called patina by the shop staff.

Some will look at corrosion, or a dent, or a scratch, or a crack and see a problem exposed to the world. A reason to move on to a more presentable item. Some will see an opportunity to greater profit, a challenge to be rubbed out, cleaned, straightened, or replaced. Still others may see a beauty mark, the sign someone used the item as a significant part of their life.

The other day while listening to a podcast featuring Dr. Nicole LaPera, the guest presented the question whether or not an attempt to break free of an emotional cycle should be about removing the wounds created during that cycle (approx 1hr 14min into the School of Greatness episode). I had a nearly visceral reaction, I wanted to stop and argue against that right way. I wanted to stop where I was and write this post immediately, but instead I made a quick note on my voice recorder and continued to my next job.

Like a damaged antique, there is sometimes more value if the character is left intact. Also, most work to cover flaws, covers much more than just the blemishes, and often doesn’t disguise the flaw very well. If someone works to eliminate the emotional wounds from a bad relationship, it’s likely that they will miss a spot or two, and even more likely that they may do away with something special or even unique that the relationship brought into their life.

I want to argue that instead of hiding these wounds, trying to cover the warts and blemishes of our experience to date, we should open up about them, share them with our communities. Let the light shine out through the cracks in the globe of our lantern, let our people know what we went through when they are in a place to listen to the story.

The greatest successes in the self help sphere seem to be people who were damaged, yet found a way to share their pain and grow through the sharing. These people who were struggling to find a way to change the world, then found that by telling the story they would attract a vibrant following, and together with that community began the healing in earnest.

The work these successes were doing led them to shine their light through the cracks in their lanterns, but people saw value in the work, and some really connected with the light that poured through the broken globes. Those that were attracted to the unique light, share that light with their communities, sometimes letting their own cracks show and starting their own healing.

The work we do shines out onto the world, and we can choose to put shutters on the light, attempting to hide the cracks, or we can choose to remove the shutters and let all the light out into the world. Shining light through the cracks can help us tell the stories, and help us lead others out of painful situations and to faster healing.

Some will see the cracks and only see something to be cast off. These are not your people, don’t be concerned with them. Some will not even notice the cracks, seeing only the light. Serve these as your abilities allow.

This service will spread your light. As you continue in this service, telling your story, shining your light through the cracks that are your wounds, some will see a beauty in the cracks. These can become the community that helps to heal you. These can be the people that magnify your light and attract more people to learn from your pain, and interrupt the cycle that they may be trapped in.

So, there you are. If you are wounded or living in pain, please don’t hide or disguise it. Do your work, share your story, let your light shine out through the cracks and all. Things won’t change over night, but it is likely that your community will start to recognize that you belong and then together the healing can begin.

With time that healing and other work in your community can help your perspective on your wounds change from cracks to be afraid of sharing, to cool wounds to commiserate over like an old veteran

This post is brought to you by the School of Greatness podcast by Lewis Howes.

Keep it Light

This post is bought to you courtesy of Cathy Heller’s podcast Don’t Keep Your Day Job.

The other day while driving, something that she said in response to a listener’s problem, really struck a chord with me. While that chord was resonating in the recesses of my mind it collided with some remaining thoughts on living our lives as beacons.

In that previous post I indicated that I’m a firm believer in action. People can talk (or write) all day long, but it is what they do that shows their true colors.

To shine our light out on the world we need to do the work. We need to do lots of work, to shine our light on as much of the world as we can, as it goes rushing by us. And as we work, if we are cognizant, our work can improve.

But act with caution, sometimes our talk and our walk won’t fit together very well. That will have the effect of throwing a shade on the light that you are shining out to your communities.

Worse, in the same way that your light can make the lights of those around you seem brighter, the shade that you throw can be big enough and thick enough, it might just dim the lights of those that have chosen be in your proximity.

So, take a moment every now and then to make certain that your thoughts, words, and actions are all coming from the same place. It’s never too late to adjust the trim of a wick. You can change the light that you send out onto the world, whether that is the light of the thoughts that you share with your communities or the true colors of the works of your life.

Never enough

I don’t know why, but I grew up into what I call an engineer’s mindset. It never really matters how well something works, how nice a day it is, or how well an event is going, I will always be watching (and even asking) how it could be better. I think there is always room for improvement.

That doesn’t mean that I’m going to stand around whinging about something, waiting for somebody to change to suit my view. I will jump in to help out (which annoys my wife when I leave her standing like a wall flower), or try my best to make the improvements that I want to see.

I’m not going to point to something midstream and shout that it needs to change, but I will try to be the change that I want to see in the world around me.

Therefore, I’m always looking around for the things that I can make that change in.

I make changes with the kite designs that I build, I (try to) make changes daily with the way I raise my kids, and I try to make changes within my community with my service to the scout units here in Lincoln County.

But these contributions are not enough. I want to make more changes, make bigger impacts in the world around me.

These desires have prompted me to listen to self-help podcasts, with the objective of keeping myself inspired to do the work whenever I have a few moments. Driven me to keep looking for new and exciting ways that I can contribute without investing more time or money than I have too.

The tool box

One of the tools that I see the most potential in is a mailing list.

Nick Loper’s Side Hustle School, and some of the other podcasts, have me convinced that a mailing list will be essential to maintaining an audience in a not too distant future where the social media platforms stop sharing posts from the people that want to see and hear me. I already have issues with facebook showing me a post 3 days later, letting me know that some kiter friends were enjoying the weather down on the beach, while I was busy taking advantage of that same weather to get some chores done around the house.

I have a feeling that I also need to work on my presence in Instagram. It appears that the folks that use facebook most are a bit more mature, and I will need some outdoorsy folks looking to try something new. Instagram seems to be the social media for the younger crowd, but the platform just doesn’t speak to me and I’d rather get more time on the beach than to invest a bunch of time in a platform that I don’t get.

Another tool that I’m absolutely eager to get to work on is building passive income. This seems to be the essential way really replace my income from the “day-job”, and free up real chunks of time for moving forward on other projects (like spending the day on the beach flying a kite show).

Also, the other day I came across the idea of using someone under 30 as a mentor (not mentoring someone young), so as to get their perspective on the bleeding edge that a more mature mentor would ignore entirely.

I’m absolutely convinced that there are other tools that I’m missing out on, but these will be more than I have time to work on for a while. The main point is that I need to grow a business around the things that are in my life and on my mind, and that business needs to GROW so that I can spend more time Living in Paradise than working near it.

On purpose

In the interest of getting some practice with these tools and learn about others, I’ll sheepishly admit that I have signed up for a couple of online courses that I’ve learned about through the podcasts. That’s right, I’ve stuck my neck and my money out for things to help me make some progress on my projects.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that I know it all. Some of the podcasts I’ve been utilizing will tell me that there isn’t any of this that I don’t know already, but I have to say that there are so many things that I’ve forgotten.

There are big reasons to get help, and there are bigger reasons to pay for it.

While there is much that I know, sometimes we all need a reminder. Someone on the outside can help to pull us out of the rut in the sand that we’ve worn down, when we don’t even realize that we stuck ourselves in it. I live were I want to be, but sometimes working there lets me forget that it is the situation that I chose for myself.

Another big reason to pay for help, is that while Tom Peterson taught us Oregonians that “free is a very good price”, it’s is even more true that we don’t value free advice. By putting a monetary value on the classes, I’m telling myself that the help is worth this much and that I need to make certain to recoup at least that much from it.

Although I don’t expect to participate in real time, I saw value in the tools offered, and am hoping that I will make time to apply all the tools from the courses over the coming year.

And yet…

While time constraints are the most significant obstructions to taking this instruction live, while listening to more from Cathy Heller on Impostor Syndrome I came to the realization that while my engineer’s mindset helps me look for opportunities to contribute and for ways to make kites of my own, it is also dragging on my progress.

I love kites. I love making kites, I love kite history, I love flying kites, I love kites of all sizes. I have been called a kite nerd in the past, but with my responsibilities to my family, I have not pursued my passion (and have forgotten things that I once knew) at the level that makes me feel as authoritative as I want to be if I’m going to blog or podcast about it.

This desire to be the expert, makes me pause before presenting offerings to grow a mailing list on the subject.

I feel that I have loads to contribute to the scouts in my units and plenty to give to the other adults leaders that I work with, but that doesn’t mean that I think that I should publish my thoughts on the national program that I volunteer for. Besides, I don’t have access to, or the knowledge how to use fancy sound equipment for putting out a podcast for other scout leaders.

Again my desire to be the expert is holding me back from making a difference in a market that I see a gap in.

I really think that I have found an interesting niche with the Living in Paradise posts, but I haven’t figured out how to make the living that I want to here in paradise, and I’m not convinced that I have the voice down, an audience to speak to, or a reason to show up regularly to light people up with my little sparks of inspiration.

I wonder if this too shouldn’t try to be a podcast, but where I see a market in a podcast for scouters, I don’t know that there is an audience that wants me to tell them to pick up their chins.

So, I have work to do

I’m less certain than ever what direction I need to be moving in, but clearly I have some work to do. I may need to start by addressing these limiting beliefs. By shining a little truth on them, I hope to find the way forward sooner rather than later.

My best idea for a scouting podcast is actually an interview show with other Scouters (volunteers), so I need to get over the idea that I’m telling anyone anything and start by formulating interview questions.

I love kites, and anything that I provide about kites is likely to show that love and will help me put that love out in the wind.

My sparks of inspiration may be small so far, but there have been firestorms that started with a spark. My thoughts have already been shared and appreciated in self-help communities, there is no reason that I shouldn’t put more weight behind a thought that I took the time to write out.

It is my responsibility, my obligation to myself, to my family, and to my communities, to set aside the things dragging on me and get moving on these projects. To bring them into being and to make them pay me for doing it, so that I can reinvest that payment into growing them further and giving more ideas the opportunity to grow from them.

Your turn

There you have it. Nothing is ever good enough, not even me.

But there is no need for it to be good enough, it is enough that it is.

What is keeping you from seeing the paradise around you?

Please leave a comment to share your limiting beliefs.