You have either decided on your primary skillset or it has decided on you. This has already happened.
I like touchin’ stuff. Do you?
I remember the first time I touched a bass guitar with the intent to use it. I was twelve. Nothing I did sounded good, and the songs I was learning were ones I didn’t like much. But there was a complete sensory experience involved in having the instrument strapped to me, and laying my hands on it. The weight of it. The finished wood of the neck. The strum in the amplifier. The smell of metal on my fingers.
It is intoxicating; the experience of interfacing with a reality that holds a potential for you. Linking with a corporeal present that you could bend into the shape of an as yet impossible future.
I wrote about this in my log cabin chronicles this week. You can check it out here.
We know that you must do the thing, but what is the thing? Is it a thing? Or is it nothing?