26 October 2011
a gig has landed in my lap.
actually, it landed in my lap back in august and despite the passage of two months, i've still not really wrapped my mind around its being in my lap so it feels entirely too tenuous and fleeting a thing to be writing about.
still, the things i don't write about don't feel real. that's why i'm writing about it now. so it'll be real.
in landing in my lap, this gig has thrown a spotlight on my new habit of procrastinating on the things that i will ultimately do and yet find terribly daunting until they're done.
things that are really, in the large scheme of all the other things, not scary.
i should never have flown that plane. because flying that plane revealed that my spirit of adventure has limits. that there is a threshold of endurance and beyond it a whole world of things i do not have the nerve to do. flying a plane, for instance.
the gig that is sitting in my lap is going to be daunting as hell, but good. it's going to lend me the illusion of a great influence i do not yet possess and fill my bookshelves with advance copies.
now that i've written about it, finally, it feels real. now that it feels real, i've nearly the nerve to do it.