{"id":15320,"date":"2013-08-01T10:40:00","date_gmt":"2013-08-01T14:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2013\/08\/01\/i-am-the-red-sock-in-the-wash\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:50:12","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:50:12","slug":"i-am-the-red-sock-in-the-wash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2013\/08\/01\/i-am-the-red-sock-in-the-wash\/","title":{"rendered":"I Am the Red Sock in the Wash"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had an &#8220;A-ha!&#8221; yesterday as a result of a fascinating conversation I&#8217;ve been having with my client (which I won&#8217;t get into here): I&#8217;m getting this sense that I&#8217;m rightly a lens, a mirror, a painter, a wind turbine &#8212; a conduit. I&#8217;m not the guy to nail down the theory or state the message. The universe is &#8220;out there&#8221; and kind of none of my business. I don&#8217;t understand how the world works; I don&#8217;t have huge, all-encompassing insights. But I do seem to get life at the personal, individual level. I do have personal convictions, but I don&#8217;t need to change the world and don&#8217;t feel equipped to anyway. I have peace down here. When I look at government or society or the economy, I get frustrated because of the opinions I hold, yet I know deep down that even those opinions are borrowed; I&#8217;d throw them out in the face of better information, because I&#8217;m not my ideas. I&#8217;m something else.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>In short, I&#8217;m not a fixed point in the universe. That&#8217;s not going to sit nicely with someone who&#8217;d want me to sum myself up or to permanently join a cause. But it does free me up to let everything flow through me, and know that something of me &#8212; my wit, sense of wonder, compassion, *something* &#8212; will show up in the product.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I seem to be able to help people think through things, or to better experience what they&#8217;re experiencing, and while that&#8217;s not as flashy or marketable as being the guy with the tablets on the mountain, I can see the value of it now.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>This makes a lot of sense when I look at my work (which sucks when I try to do it without a good creative brief, or when I neglect to ask for real-world input). It also explains why I enjoy drawing and writing so much &#8212; yet what the problem with authoring novels was (since a novel is a position, a fixed argument, a thesis rather than an observation &#8212; at least as I was writing them).<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>~<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s another insight from this week (sorry, I feel I should draw something to go with this, to make it more palatable, but it&#8217;s conceptual, and I just want to get it down):<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been wishing for twelve years that I could lose my accent, and this strikes me now as a big metaphor. This is my <em>voice<\/em>. I&#8217;ve been trying to tone it down out of embarrassment about its force and energy. I don&#8217;t blame Scotland for that &#8212; nobody&#8217;s ever suggested I should change &#8212; but it has been what I&#8217;ve felt I should do to fit in, to better understand this culture, which is very highly critical of anyone who &#8220;gets above&#8221; themselves.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>When I was in Canada, specifically in the Strategic Coach environment, I had people around me cheering me on. They wanted more, more, <em>more<\/em> of me. It&#8217;s been great having the peace and quiet of Wick, and I don&#8217;t want to knock this place that&#8217;s has been so welcoming, but I feel a new wind in my sails after this visit to Toronto and I love it. Usually it diminishes back to &#8220;normal&#8221;, but this time I don&#8217;t want that. It&#8217;s not just about being celebrated (though why <em>shouldn&#8217;t<\/em> we all be?); it&#8217;s about having a purpose. I need that purpose. I&#8217;m not finished, and I don&#8217;t want to be becalmed, lost in a grey fog halfway between here and Stroma (the abandoned island that&#8217;s held my imagination since we moved to the north).<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I guess I aspire to having enough self-sufficiency to exist in a void, yet the dawning awareness I spoke of above, that I work best as a medium &#8212; well, you can see how that suffocates in this environment.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I also believe that there are lines, patterns, that run through our lives, and when we follow those everything just works. I also believe, though, that we have total free will to deviate from those or ignore them altogether. The only problem is that life off the line will always be a struggle.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve found love in Scotland, and I&#8217;ve found the peace to not need to get anywhere or do anything. I&#8217;m whole and complete right here, right now. But I&#8217;m also still alive, and it seems like it&#8217;d be a shame not to see how far I can go with the gifts I&#8217;ve been given while I&#8217;m here.<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had an &#8220;A-ha!&#8221; yesterday as a result of a fascinating conversation I&#8217;ve been having with my client (which I won&#8217;t get into here): I&#8217;m getting this sense that I&#8217;m rightly a lens, a mirror, a painter, a wind turbine &#8212; a conduit. 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