Tag: free-flowing

Learning Out Loud is incredibly valuable for me. I am questioning all of my assumptions, I am stating clearly what I know and I research with a motivation what I want to know better. You need to be really confident to expose your ignorance. But as it happened to me with writing publicly, it’s only at first. Then you realize that the opportunity you have to learn is greatly superior to the risk of having fingers pointed at you. At the end, who cares? I am working to be a better person by doing systematic work to find my areas of improvement, isn’t that one of the best ways to be more knowledgeable?

I must confess I have serious problems in finding the motivation and the time to study properly. Especially about what is supposed to be for me solid acquired knowledge. I tend to move fluidly and fluently between domains and disciplines and, unfortunately, I function really well even if I don’t have certifications and Ph.D.’s. Insolent? A bit? Reckless? Yeah, sure. Works? Yes! (at least for now, who knows for another three decades?)

But this doesn’t mean that I don’t always strive to perfect my skills and improve my knowledge, so practice is fine, the experience is gold but wouldn’t it be better, also, to see what others have already successfully done in your fields?

From time to time. Yeah. But be careful, not to do it too frequently.

You might risk becoming an academic or, a real expert.

Stay superficial, stay amateur!

Hi, how are you? Writing at night, again? It’s not a bad sensation. It’s cold outside. Sweet jazz music is playing as a sound carpet. To make it even smoother, a ten-hour loop of raining sounds is playing together. All lights are off but the bright screen. Almost blinding. But I don’t want to reach for the remote. I would lose the moment. I’ve been waiting for this fragment of time for the whole day. An impetuous flow of ideas passed through my head and left very little. I am here to catch the remains of another hard day, spending more energies than I have. I was hoping to have one calm moment, to focus, to think, to create. Not today. Or, at least, not until now. My time belonged to somebody else. Not me. It’s now, now that I can barely keep my eyes open, red, tired of looking without seeing, tired to blink in the hope of washing away the veil of superficiality. It’s now when my fingers get confused on the keyboard, in the dark. When I am hitting too many times the delete button. Wasn’t I suppose to write in free-flowing mode? No doubts, no second thoughts, just straight transcriptions of my thoughts. I am getting warmed up, little by little. I am washing away the noise of the day fading away. Why must I sleep? Isn’t now the perfect moment to create? No distractions around me, no attention needed from me if not the one to be me. I should become a night animal. Where’s the tutorial to do that? Is it maybe an idea for a Youtube Channel I should start? “Subscribe now and learn how to live two lives, one during the day, the usual struggle to make a living while juggling with the unexpected consequences of people thinking short-term, the other at night when you can dream being a superhero or the next inventor. Warning: talk to your doctor before initiating potentially risky approaches for your health.” I can picture it. Black circles around my eyes, a small glass of Limoncello, talking with a low and warm voice to an audience of self-deluded creatives. That’s how it goes when you plan to research, collect ideas, generate inspiration, discuss projects, make connections, and, in the end, you realize it’s only time to go to sleep.

Buonanotte.