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BusinessWeek and a Free Lunch

Art WellsI was recently written about on businessweek.com. In the main article, my situation is introduced as exceptional.

The next day, I went to a Lunch 2.0 and met a lot of very enthusiastic, successful and positive people.

My success always feels so tentative. I honestly don’t know if I will have any work in April. In February, that’s how I felt about March. In January, that’s how I felt about February.

I’m learning to take credit for my success, but I think I’m doing about enough of that now. I’ve been very, very lucky. I’ve worked hard, to be sure, but I’m very, very lucky.

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Scent In The Air

My allergies tell me it’s officially Spring, even if the calendar doesn’t. I’ve got some great creative professional opportunities coming up, stalling, turning around, running away, then coming back. I’m trying to keep patient, but not too much so.

I saw this when I was wondering if I had chosen the right profession, and if it could keep me properly challenged. It reminded me that inviting creativity isn’t the role of my profession. I’m responsible to remain creative. I remembered working in factories and having my head full of ideas all day and writing all night.

My professional choices don’t give me creative opportunities; Every moment does, if I’m creative enough.

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No Really, The Answers Aren’t Down There

I’ve been on a strong atheistic kick lately. I’ve really lost most of my patience for my impulsive defensiveness about this too. I’m here now and pretty happy.

I got caught on a funny loop on a walk the other day. Being wholly atheistic makes me love people more. People are mostly theistic. I become more tolerant of religions thereby. But wait, if I care about people I should care that they believe in the truth. That last step is escaping me no matter how many frothy, militant atheists I listen to, but it is a conclusion I take, but not to heart.

Confused, I look down and saw this. It’s hardly dropped from heaven, or satori, or whatever, as there’s a temple across the street that has been the source of fantastic litter in the past. Nonetheless, my own absurd religion caused me to contemplate its possible meaning for an hour or so.