• Be an idiot
  • Be terrible
  • Be a dreamer
  • Be an explore
  • Be a self starter
  • Be an outcast
  • Be a kid

When we where kids we where pretty slow. Can’t draw worth a darn, they walk like drunks, and definitely can’t talk right. No, I do not want “basgetti” for dinner. They fail at everything they try. We fall down. We hit our heads. They are ridiculous, persistent to a fault, exhausting, outlandish, wild, and sometimes downright annoying. But that’s only because nobody’s told them to grow up yet.


“I think somewhere along the way, we just forget how to suck.”

“We forget HOW to suck.”

Our students are shuffled into “honors” and “remedial” classes on the basis of one test in middle school. Our career tracks are dumbed down to “do this and then do it better and then do it until you die.” Our hobbies are “frivolous.” What’s the point of sucking when you could WIN! Winning, after all, is what life is all about.

Nope. It is important to take time and explore and let your mind wander, try new things and suck at them.


Be an idiot

When Netflix tried to sell to Blockbuster they were laughed out of the room

“The Internet is a fad” people said.

Be terrible

I’m probably the worst with directions. I leave for a place and then pull up the map on the fly. If it’s wrong, I have no chance. If I think I know where something is, that’s a very good indicator I’m within 100 miles of an address.

Not quite as accurate as Siri, but hey.

Do you know what else I used to be terrible at? Writing. The pitch to my college newspaper had approximately one hundred million red marks through it. They let me in anyway because I had “potential.” I was terrible for a long time. Longer than I should have been. Recently some people have told me I’m not terrible, but now my definition of “terrible” changed, we are always evolving.

Be a dreamer

It’s odd, because somehow artists have gotten caught up in this entrepreneurial fad. Like we can hustle our way to a creative breakthrough.

Dreaming is not productive. It’s not supposed to be. But we try and pigeonhole it anyway. We have brainstorming exercises or idea sessions or creative collaboration events or whatever activity fits the buzzword of the moment. Do you know what’s funny about people who are dreaming, though? They are asleep. Unaware of the world and unaware of a problem. Indifferent to business and hustle and work. Incapable of worry or stress. You can’t dream on purpose. That’s the whole point.

Be an explorer

And here’s the thing about exploration — it’s hard.

People are trying to go to Mars now. That’s hard.

In the 1800’s people went through grizzly bears and mountains and dissentary and eating squirrels to make their way out West. That was hard. (Trust me, I played and beat the Oregon Trail. I get it.)

Frontiers, whether literal or figurative, are difficult to reach.

But almost always worth it.

Be a self starter

Nobody will take your art deeper than you can. Not a guru. Not a role model. Not a mentor. Not your boss. Not your spouse.

You.

And that’s hard too. Because some days you won’t feel like it. Some days you won’t feel like putting in your 750 words or mocking up a new design orjournaling.

Also, it’s lonely. People start to identify you by your work instead of your being.

And you go deeper still.

“I don’t get it,” they’ll say.

And you go deeper still.

“You don’t have to do this all the time, you know,” they’ll say.

Nobody will make you do it. But you’ll go deeper still.

Be an outcast

Creative people generally don’t fit in. That’s okay though. At least we can all not fit in together.

Here’s an interesting thing about the Internet — you are no longer condemned by geography.

What are you going to do with that freedom?

Be a kid

“I want to grow up”

We were at summer camp, where Max shot an arrow for the first time, climbed a rope up a rock wall, and made a friendship bracelet for his sister.

In the same day.

He did all of these things terribly. By the end of the summer, of course, he was better at them. 3 years later, he was an expert, and didn’t remember ever meeting me.

But I remembered him:

“I want to grow up”

When he told me this, I laughed.

“Trust me. You don’t.”