This is how a creative partnership works
In spite of my earlier promises, I haven’t posted much on this blog this week. What’s more, I won’t be posting much of any value for at least another week. Let me at least take a moment to tell you why.
Tonight, my wife and I attended the wedding of two very good friends of ours, who also happen to be two very creative people. And yes, as much as the major objective was having great fun, we were all bound to walk away from the occasion with our own ambitions.
I’ll admit to leaving this particular wedding with a vivid, inspiring vision of the work I hope to be doing, and the person I hope to be, by this time next year.
And yes, I’ll admit that I was a bit bummed out when my wife didn’t just say “Yeah, cool, you should do that!”
But really, to be fair, why should she?
In the time that I’ve known the woman who became my wife, I’ve had more than my share of outrageous ideas. And it’s got to be said that she’s championed every single one of those ideas that’s gone on to become a successful project.
And that’s no reason whatsoever for me to assume that she should automatically stand behind any new idea I should happen to pull out of thin air.
Tonight, when I laid out my plan for the next year of a new project of mine, she wasn’t afraid to nail me to the wall. She deflated my drunken enthusiasm, sure, but she did so in order to point out all the gaps in my plan, and to encourage me to do as much as she firmly believes I’m capable of doing.
Find yourself a partner like that, everybody. Don’t just hook yourself up with an ass kisser.
Instead of getting into the details of tonight’s discussion on this blog, I’ll just pledge to live up to the promise of that debate within the next three hundred and sixty-five days. And when I do, I’ll be happy to give my wife all the credit.
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If all you wanted in a partner was someone to tell you that all your terrible ideas stink, why didn’t you snap up Jay Pinkerton when he was available?
I wanted to be told my terrible ideas stink in an English accent. Jay’s? Not so great.