One of my creative outlets involves writing and performing music. Years ago I took my mates and the current catalogue into a studio and recorded an album. Mixing, mastering, artwork, digital distribution. The works.
I also ordered a crap ton of CD’s.
[…I know…I know]
I’ll never ever forget the day they arrived in boxes on my doorstep. I lugged them inside, cut the tape, unfolded the cardboard, and stared at my carefully packaged creation like it was lost treasure.
And then it hit me…
WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH ALL OF THESE?!
I thought the threshold of my front door was something of a finish line. But in many ways, I’d done the hard work of getting to the starting blocks. Now, after all that time and money and vocal takes, I could finally BEGIN.
I’m finding that same experience again and again: thinking I’ve arrived when I’ve only just begun.
the package or offering
They’re done. And good on you. But now you gotta find someone to give you a chance, somewhere to get your foot in the door. Now you need clients, gigs, participants, sales, etc.
It takes a lot of work to get to the starting line. Most don’t. There are far more spectators than sprinters.
Now it’s time to get to the real work of creating what you envisioned in the first place.
What is the life you envision beyond the finish line?
What is that life going to require to create? (and it’s usually waaay more than the degree or cert)
What are you willing to do behind the scenes that probably no one will ever appreciate?
What are you willing to do for the love of it regardless if anyone appreciates it??
Btw, I’m still playing shows. And I’m STILL working to get rid of all those disks!
They do make great coasters though:)