8: I’ve been experimenting, lately. Truth be told, I’ve been going through something of a phase of general self-refinement. You know how it goes: things are changing and it’s time to pick sides on matters of eclectic preferences moral, creative, and substantive. Really, the truth be told, I’ve got far too many hobbies, and at thirty it’s become obvious that I’m a jack of many, master of none. This includes such formal realizations as: (a) extra cash should go to photography equipment and like creative materials, (b) writing and fictitious workings should be more handily focused on genre and goals than abstractions, and (c) remedies in the category of media interests should be matured towards new, yet worthwhile, prospects. Funky Pig: Obviously… No really. I have no idea where you are going with this. 8: It’s a deeper look into the nuances of the eclectic hobby-set. I’m far too jittery. One day I’m coding pointless php toys, the next I’m painting clay, the next I’m cooking, the next I’m snapping photos, and then I’m speculating on business models for life-changing projects. It’s all quite… Funky Pig: …random? 8: …lacking focus. It’s not about retreating. It’s about prioritizing. Mastering something coincides with a significant investment of resources: time, money, or energy. None are unlimited. All are becoming significantly more rare, in fact. Funky Pig: So, where to start? Are you giving up the uncountable hobbies? Are you retreating? 8: Nay. Refocusing. Picking a genre. Immersing. Funky Pig: You are not making much sense. Even to me — and I’m your subconscious. So… it’s almost as if you are completely confusing yourself here. 8: These things are abstract for a reason. Ah, well. It is confusing isn’t it? Alright. Let’s take a step back and try again. Funky Pig: Okay. Go! 8: I’ve been experimenting, lately. Truth be told, I’ve been going through something of a phase of general self-refinement. Funky Pig: You said that already. 8: Right. But that self-refinement is not so much a retreat from any preferences moral, creative, and substantive but rather a targeted approach to those preferences. For example, I don’t simply want to be a “creative” person. I want to be creative towards a goal: such as I am not simply a “writer” or a “photographer.” Funky Pig: What are you then? 8: I am within the construct of a genre. I am a “writer of _________” or a “_________ photographer.” Fill in the blank. Instead of just being a guy who snaps photos or wastes time trickling words out on the page, I specialize. I will be the come-to guy on _________, whatever __________ happens to be. Funky Pig: You really want to limit yourself so much? 8: Is it really limiting? The people who stand out in society are those who have excelled in a targeted goal. Tinkers of all trades, they dabble. Masters excel. Funky Pig: And your focus? This had better be good. 8: I know what it is. Really. It was an epiphany moment, and one that is broad and interesting enough to explore for a very long time. That’s enough for now. We’ll get into it more later, but I just had to put it out there. The blank has been filled, and it’s probably not something you’d think. Funky Pig: My breath is baited. No, really. Yeah, uh… |
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