A child has no trouble believing the unbelievable, nor does the genius or the madman. It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate.Steven Pressfield in Do The Work!
I loved building tree “forts” when I was a kid. There were no actual enemies attacking, other than the few nearby friends who would come over wielding the latest super soaker, but I would still have fun dreaming up scenarios that required a strong defense. I would usually need at least one wall facing the probable direction of the oncoming attackers and preferably a way to take a high seat to see them before they were too near. My all time favorite fort took me about a week to build and a lot of convincing my dad to use some spare lumber.
I can still picture the trees. Two small oaks about three feet apart established the towers of my fort. I took a large piece of plywood—the most difficult piece to “borrow” from my dad—and fashioned it between the two trees, with two by fours cut just so to brace it. I nailed the wood into the trees, never thinking if it was bad for them; thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice. The patten of the nails was far from carpenter-grade, but I did attempt to keep it looking neat and orderly. There was a gap between the bottom of the plywood and the ground once I had put it in place, so I also fashioned some “adobo” bricks with dirt and water—mud—to fill the space. One of the trees had a fork in the trunk about seven feet up; this was the perfect spot for my observation tower. I used the remaining two by fours to affix steps up to the fork and then fashioned a seat between the two trunks. Having finished my masterpiece, I proudly showed anyone that would come and see.
Now, my tree fort was nothing special in the wide world of tree forts. It was made with nine year old hands. The steps were crooked. The gaps at the bottom were not completely filled in (funny how my mud bricks didn’t quite cut it). It wasn’t perfect, actually far from it, but I was proud of what I had built. It held up well in the next super soaker battle, and I had a blast building it.
Reminiscing the other day on this fort made me pause and reflect on being an adult who likes to make things. How many times do I stop making something because I fear it will never be perfect? How easy is it to forget the joy of the process of making? For me, these two things happen far too frequently, but I want to reclaim some of the childlike innocence in just making something and showing it off, for no other reason than I’m proud of it.
Even if nobody cares. Even if people do care and love it. Even if people think it’s pointless or not good enough. It doesn’t matter.(original Medium post)
Art is violent. To be decisive is violent.Anne Bogart
No design can be perfect, because ultimately you’re just balancing relationships. There is an economy in place, where often adding one thing disturbs a balance elsewhere.Paul Rand
So whatever you release, make sure that it’s your best. Not perfect, but your best.Release quality sets expectations
The computer has become personal not just in the sense of how it’s used but in the sense of how it’s owned.When Apple reached parity with Windows
When you choose to create, you’re bucking the trend because you’re choosing to take the time to build.The Builder’s High
The most reliable method of breakthrough creation is not the moonshot but a learning process that involves steady iteration. Small but profitable wins.Moonshot
The first step in this direction is for technologists to engage with the experiences and struggles of those outside their industry and community.Bitcoin, Magical Thinking, and Political Ideology