MegaFishbein is a collection of lessons, life-hacks, and lifestyle: A journey of a creative hell-bent on perfecting his process.
Pathologically curious and never satisfied with the "norms".
Once upon a time there was a boy. He had an intelligent and versatile mother, and a boisterous and eccentric father. As he grew, he was exposed to alternative education, charter education, and public education. He dropped out of university, taught himself skills, took some community college classes, and engaged in apprenticeships. He learned and learned and learned, and to this day still tries to learn.
But what is he learning?
If you are like me, you cringe when someone uses the term "life-hack". And to make things worse, the folks who beat it to death are typically those douchey, over-amped, keynote-speaker types who claim that theirbundle of hacks "will hands down revolutionize the entirety of your existence as you now live it!".
I've come to learn a chunk about people like these. I've also come to learn a thing or two about perspective, specifically the kind of inspired and optimistic perspective that begets action. These motivational-speed-freaks are obviously doing something right, because they're as rich as a buttered tit, but are their hacks really the keys to their kingdom? Have they really stumbled upon a truth or framework for success that was previously completely unknown?
I was having a conversation with a dear friend recently about the age-old “being a sell-out” concept. During the course of this chit chat I “think” I may have stumbled onto something. This thing is not only a new personal philosophy, but also a point of worthwhile consideration for ANY and ALL creatives: how does one make art, not “sell-out”, and remain well-fed physically and emotionally?
Indulge me as I answer this question in as round-about a way as possible. First, allow me to illustrate an evolution that I see all the time with creatives:
I am now become Tinkerer. Each day a tweak, each day a discovery. There was no good method vs. bad method, only an experience and a lesson. I look back at August of 2014 and can see the shift.
That is not to say...
We are now at the first turning point. Our hero had set out bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in search of the promised land, and come face to face with a most fearsome adversary: his self. I stood, feet planted and looming, blocking my own path.
Sorry, I’ll step back from fantasy land...
I’ve been working from home for quite some time now, and as much as I love it, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Suffice it to say, I had absolutely NO idea the implications for the rest of my life to have my office in the same room I relax in.
This has been my journey...
We are all big fucking failures. Abraham Lincoln was a failure, Britney Spears was a failure, even Jesus was a failure. And yes, believe it or not I am also a failure.
What I’m about to preach on is...
It’s supper time. You have a plate in front of you with meat, potatoes, and vegetables. How do you eat it? More importantly, how do “I” eat it?
Glad you asked…
How do you deal with the multi-directional tugging? How do you whittle your talents to form-fit your passions?…And how you do mourn the dreams you leave behind?
I will deal with these concerns forever
My life is a slice of toast begging for buttering. So many threads of me. So many that demand to be woven, braeided into fabric. So little dedication I’ve reserved for each.
