As with all new adventures, endeavors, and dreams…
I’m pretty sure this is going to fail.
But maybe that’s the beauty of it. If you were to ask anyone I know, they’d be able to tell you that I’m the type to start in on elaborate projects with some serious vigor, but they fizzle before they ever see the light of day.
I know this.
I’ve accepted this.
Which is why I think that the knowledge that this is probably going to fail is beautiful. My name isn’t attached to this failure; I’m anonymous here. (Or at least, I’m trying to be. However, I’m terrible at keeping secrets so if you figure out who I am, just keep it a secret, ‘kay?) Working as Concrete Courier allows me to take all of my terrible ideas and awful drafts of things and little snippets of ideas and put them into the world without feeling like I’m being judged. That’s freeing, isn’t it?
I’m in a weird spot here. On the one hand, this project is incredibly personal. I’ll be posting some of my most revealing journal entries, my deepest thoughts, my truest beliefs. On the other hand, however, this project is very distant from me. I’m not associated with it, I’m not responsible if someone gets offended. My name stays clean.
For once, I’m not really worried about being judged or being disappointing in my lack of consistency.
I’m pretty sure this is going to fail, but for the first time, I don’t really care. I’m not going to be disappointed if it does.
God, that feels good.
Concrete Courier 