It’s not really writer’s block, it’s more like the sense of fear you have when your mom asks you a question you were hoping you wouldn’t have to answer. I need to explore a couple things, but I’m not sure I want to be there when I do it. Here we go anyway. Hell, I’m giving myself bravery points for starting typing.

Let’s get the easy stuff first. I’ve been thinking lately about focus. About how we’re born into these tiny rooms of life and we think that the goal is to expand beyond the walls… assuming that familiarity and knowledge of what’s in the room is good enough for it. And I guess people who say “Bloom where you’re planted” have found a ceramics-suitable way of saying what I mean here.

When my father asks me if I’m learning web design, and if I’m learning to do more, I want to explain it like that room. Yeah, I know how to make four walls and furniture, and I could use that kind of knowledge to build a whole house. But when I’m learning, it’s an odd trend to see that things don’t grow outward, they grow inward. I can tell I’m getting better when the size of the room doesn’t change, it just becomes more and more finely detailed; that adds value.

I’m saying that I’ve been thinking about building the value of my life, by creating focus – by making things smaller and more centralized. Instead of useing your knowledge of the basics, to expand the scale of your life indefinitely… maybe use all that skill to make smaller things better… which is also a path that stretches to an indefinite point.

And that warrants a hitting of the publish button.