Welcome to my Dark Cavern

Did ya miss me?

Were you wondering what happened to your faithful author over the past few days? Perhaps you envisioned a large boulder rolling from Mt. Washington down through the hills of New England straight into to East Norwalk, coming to a gentle stop on my shoelace, trapping me in my front yard as I was pulling weeds.

Or perhaps you saw a herd of wild boar traveling up the Eastern Seaboard hungrily waiting for me to scale down my office rooftop on Lafayette Street? Or maybe you saw the Greek God Pornatheous shooting poisoned arrows at me as Termillion was breathing blue fire at my heels.

All possible. And all, in some way, true. The truth is, I was working very diligently with my partners on a couple our most prized accounts coming up with ideas, and presenting them.

Those are very tense times because they are filled with question marks. What are we going to do? How are we going to do it? Will it be good? Will they like it? Do we have time?

Everytime we create something, we travel into the unknown, which can be a dark place. A place many people avoid because of fear. Sometimes you feel trapped (boulder), sometimes you feel scared (wild boar), sometimes you feel you're up against an all powerful force (greek gods).

I'm learning to crave this place of the unknown. Even enjoy it, a little. Sure it's uncomfortable. But how else are ya gonna grow? How else are you gonna rise up?

GM