On August 23, 2016, I picked up an 80-page journal and started recording ideas and taking notes for a book centered on an idea I had been playing with and talking about for quite a while. It was called the think pond.
This weekend, at a cabin by a river, I filled the last page.
I now have 80 pages of thoughts and ideas that can be used in a book or in-depth essay. I think I have the makings of a model people can use as our world undergoes what some have said is a wave of change that is more profound than the Industrial Revolution and seems to be on the verge of breaking. Now it is time to pull it together into a work that has a distinct identity and that people can understand and use.
The two years it took to fill this notebook and write about some of the ideas have been tumultuous. I have lost my Dad and sister-in-law. My household has expanded, pushing me out of one office and then another. (I have been working at home since 1996.) In January 2017, my two little grandsons, now ages 6 and 4, came to live with us. Work in that year was mostly impossible because the promise of these two little lives was even more compelling to me. And of course, the consequences of the 2016 election invaded my thoughts, making me question much about human nature, the systems I thought I knew, and the future. Both the pressure of urgency and the inertia of despair have been present. Many times, I thought about quitting. Writing is hard. The children need so much from me. But this vision I have will not let me go.
So I am making a one-year plan for getting this project—the book and the organization needed to make it known—into a state of reality and off the ground. (Or should I say on the ground and out of the clouds?)