I’ve been noticing that much of the advice being bandied about by the guys trying to help us ordinary folks improve our dud-ly selves is to reach for innovation, to grab onto the Creativity Rocket and hang on for the sure-to-be-exciting but sometimes silly (and possibly dangerous) ride.
MY BIG CONFESSION I am an incorrigible daydreamer. When I was a kid, of course, there were those Bigs around me who kept predicting dire consequences for the disrespectful, lazy Space Cadet who was not listening, who could not focus, who had the attention span of a flea. I was told to concentrate. I was told to go do something. I was told I had to develop my Work Ethic. I lost count of the number of times I got…
Yeah, I know. It’s what I tell myself all of the time, echoing the I Ching and assorted other wise guys and smarty-pants, ancient and new: The goal is getting to clarity. Right. The problem with that one, of course, is that I’m such a little thing and the Universe is really, REALLY huge. What are the odds that I’m ever really going to be able to know enough to make sense out of it all?
