Why did I force myself to come to this networking event?
This young professional networking event.
No one is acknowledging my existence.
I rushed to my apartment after work to iron a fresh collared shirt and dress slacks. I even had my loafers professionally shined. I took a shower an hour ago. I brushed my teeth for three whole goddamn minutes. I have my favorite fragrant deodorant plastered under my armpits.
I don’t have a pout on my face……………………………….I’m sure of it.
WHAT THE FUCK
Then, if it’s not me, what can it be?
The journey. Is everything.
I’m in the process of picking my business venture. I’ve talked to my mentor about it and he suggested that I right down each of the pros and cons of each idea. I’m doing that now and it is going well. I think I’ve already know which one I’m moving strongly to, but I’ll let the experiment play it’s course. With the three choices, the thing that is driving my decision more than anything is the journey. The journey of the actual business venture, not the destination.
In business, the main destination factor is the money, the profit. Some other destinations that are as important are: fame, helping people with the profit made and of course helping solve the client’s needs. Those are end goals, you see. It’s the carrot that we reach for all the time. It is the measurement of our own defined success.
But, what if we knew, with logic and confidence, that we were going to have all of those destination items checked off—how would that make us feel? Where could we go from there? Well, I think the answer is simple. We would figure out how to enjoy the moments leading up to the destination even more.
Everything that I do now, I look at the process. I look at the various steps that are needed in order to accomplish the goal. Most of the time, the end product doesn’t matter. It’s all about how I feel during the journey. The reason why the journey is the most important thing to me in the life of the idea, business and anything else that I do, is because that is what’s done the most.
Just like in my various hobbies, I enjoyed the process. With coffee, it’s about the process of selecting and grinding the beans, preparing my hot water, making sure I warm my half and half, getting ready to time the brew time and mix in the coffee and water together. See, the drinking of the coffee is more secondary and truly is the cherry on top of the cake. But the whole cake is the journey to get there. I’ve done this analyses with pizza making, with writing, with being in the moment with my wife and even in mediating.
It’s been nearly two weeks since I finished the editing of my second manuscript. The whole process took me roughly 6-7 weeks. Nearly everyday, I managed to do 2 pages or more of editing. In the beginning it was hard, the middle I picked up momentum and at the end my head was fried.
When it was done, I was able to knock off 5 “Word” pages, cut approximately 5,000 words and, more importantly, make a complete story.
The editing process of this book was by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. There are not alot of things in the world that are hard to me. Just a little thinking and follow through is needed to complete most things. But this process was intense, and mind draining because I had to constantly be honest with myself about each paragraph and line and word. I don’t wish this on my worst enemy. But, the most important part is that it’s done. I gave the book to my new editor for the last time. I know that she will do a great job. Once she is done, I can’t wait to give it out to people to enjoy or hate or be indifferent about it.
But, there is something else that I need to say about the manuscript and the editing process before I return to the real world.