No more reminders or notes. I repeat, Hugo, no more reminders or notes, I write as computers remind me they’re as imperfect as the humans using them.
The most beautiful slap in the face in 2018 is writing in a tab for 45 minutes to then try saving the document and having your browser state you were using a cached window and you weren’t logged in, now you’ve lost it all. My previous rambling, I feel, was extremely well put. In fact, ignore all that follows what I’m typing here, sigh with fulfillment and know that whatever I originally wrote that you haven’t read captured exactly what I’m trying to convey here.
This post stems from being finally looking in the mirror and attempting to correct myself. My biggest problem with progressing at the rate that I’ve wanted to is my incessant habit of stockpiling notes, thoughts and ideas and roughly planning how to begin. You too may be guilty of this, but I’ve been doing it for approximately fifteen years. So I may have you beaten.
For as long as I can remember during my adult life, I’ve had to take notes. Had to. When I first started doing so, my cellphone wasn’t as capable as they are now and I would feel naked if I didn’t have at least a few sheets or blank areas of a few sheets of folded up plain white paper in my back pocket and a working pen in my front right as I left the house. I’d need to write down whatever crossed my mind from behavioural improvements, to business ideas to story concepts or things I wished to learn. Whatever crossed this manic mind of mine needed an outlet. The problem was the outlet ended up being the page. Not action.
As smartphones became more prevalent, my note taking left the handwritten page and moved to the notes section of the iphone, again spiralling into an ever expanding puzzle of disarray with abstract thoughts only I could understand and vague references toppling over each other. Cloud computing soon emerged afterwards and with its ubiquitous presence, I’m hoarding my thoughts on Evernote and Google. Always growing, only slightly attended to. I was also careful to censor myself whenever I read about leaks and hacking just in case my words found their way to the world and I was misconstrued.
The problem with all of these notes and this planning and the consistent indulgence of ideas is nobody can interact or benefit from them but you, temporarily. Keeping everything bottled up inside that bone casing of yours is unhealthy, but so is what I’ve done. Note takers and neurotics all boast about their lists and the amounts of ideas/aspirations they have, but if they’re not implemented, who gives a shit? If there’s nothing to show for your scrawling, it’s merely an outlet. An idea needs legs or it remains simply a fleeting thought.
Starting this blog will hopefully help me channel my overactive brain into a modicum of clarity and focus. I’ve got confidence in my works, and don’t get me wrong, I haven’t just been planning and taking notes. I’ve created a lot and implemented a good deal. But not enough for me to me to feel satisfied.
With any luck, you’ll read this, realize if you’ve done the same thing that you too are an idiot and you’ll implement what you seek to. Stay tuned to my journey though, if a tree falls in the woods etc… Here I go, like it or loathe it. Either way, it’s all meaningless, right?
Remember, no more reminders or notes. Simply breathe life into the ones you already have.
Lists are useless, action them.