Oct ‘23 blog
I’ve been beating my 4 am alarm of late. My body clock has been telling me to get up an hour earlier. You only realise it when you look at your phone and go “shit not again”. Sometimes I am able to get back to sleep. Other times I just stay awake and go about my day.
And yet other times, that 3 am is sometimes 1:30 am. Ungodly. Those times are the toughest, because no matter what time I doze off again, the broken sleep gets to you.
I get restless.
Edgy.
Worked up and the mind travels way ahead.
You have to come to grips with new job; know the work, know the people, know what to deliver by when. Connect the dots. Connect it fast. Run this event, run that. Introduce yourself to hundreds. And oh, don’t forget to smile.
Then there’s the side hustle. Know the value, map the use cases. Design the product. Prototype. Iterate, get feedback. Rinse, repeat. Oh shit we have a skills gap? Pause.
Then there was Rozou. Talk to photographers, design the comms, do the promos, reply to chats. Scroll, tap, scroll. Hang on, something’s missing? Where were we on Discord? We’re meeting on Sunday to sync. Yes, I prefer these - remove the transactional, get close and more personal.
Piccolo with oat, thank you.
Rozou
AU.
Late August, but it started in March.
Tadashi’s dream to expand.
I was gobsmacked when I first stumbled on to it watching Ivun’s video here (around 3:00). Wow - you can present it that way to a crowd? You can sync it with music? Incredible! A new experience, a new energy. Bundle two art forms and hit the streets.
Rethink. Anything is possible.
By all accounts it was a success. 100 pass throughs on a Tuesday opening night. Same numbers on closing Friday, with some interstate photographers flying in for the close (we are ever so humbled to have you).
All of you.
It was intense, joyful, rewarding.
Connect, be close. Trade stories. Exchange good energies. These things matter. These things will stick more in memory.
Time will move on.
Good memories remain.
It was Grace
Stunned by the last light of the sun
We were swimming in a green sea as deep as a drum
These are things I must record, must praise
THere are things I have to say about the fullness and the blaze
Of this beautiful life..
Jun
It was the damndest of Junes.
Interest rates are the highest in years. It hurt most everyone. It hurt us.
Looking for something new was a struggle. Years in the bank did not mean shit to the market that rewarded manicured CVs.
Relationship matters. Get off your socials and call.
Better yet, meet.
Build. Rekindle. Bind.
It was a combo of that and luck - behind a wall of anxiousness and sweat. We got through it, we’re safe.
Oct
I am at a better place as I write this in early October. Much better than June, but still a lot to do to years end. And beyond.
You always ask the question, how can I get better at this? How can I be more prepared.
And you realise, it’s a matter of priority.
What matters to you?
Family. Good friends. Great memories post.
Chay, all in one. What he says, goes.
Still a lot left after that. More things that matter to do.
It’s hopefully with you.
Grace
But love said, “if you bring forth what is within you
what you bring forth will save you
but if you do not bring forth what is within you,
what you do not bring forth will destroy you”
-Kae