In spite of my best intentions to model myself after Seth Godin, faithful blogger, I did not manage to post anything yesterday. Today, I have determined to post and to spend no more than 30 minutes on it. Here I am on the highwire, possibly about to lose my balance and end up broken to pieces on whatever is below. The timer says I have 21 minutes and 26 seconds left–make that 21 minutes and 14 seconds. I will hit “Publish” when the timer rings.
The tough thing about fomenting a social or education revolution is that it takes a dreamer, a visionary even to think of starting off on such an impossible undertaking, but then the details require a top-rate manager to get on top of them and fit them all together into a coherent plan. I’ve got the vision part down, I think, but I am far from being a top-rate or even third-rate manager.
So how do I ever expect to make this idea of mine, of first getting Latin onto the radar screen of masses of people and then of getting a decent proportion of them to actually take up the language on some level or other, with (I hope) at least a pretty fair chunk wanting to take me up on whatever offer I might put on the market?
Well, for one, I’m in a process of continual education and self-improvement, and I soak up whatever useful ideas I find and do my best to implement them. I read and hear again and again, from the authors and speakers I follow, that “success leaves tracks.” In the 8 minutes and 44 seconds that I have left–make that 8 minutes and 26 seconds–I can hardly think of the names of the people who have made a big impression on me with their ideas and words, but I have recently arrived at the point where I am bringing fewer and fewer library books home and removing myself from some of the lists I’m on–unthinkable just two or three months ago.
The reason is that I think I’ve got a handle on all the theory that I need. Now is the time to put it into action. Now is the time to jump in there, no matter how scared I am that the whole plan may fizzle and that everything I’ve been aiming at for the last half a dozen years may come to naught, or may have such a small effect in the world, that it really was not worth everything I sacrificed (mostly the tranquility of my immediate family).
I’ve got only a minute (plus 18 seconds–make that 12 seconds) left to wrap up. I think I’ll climb down from the rope and call it a victory.
I’m sure I’ll get better at this. Maybe I’ll have some readers by then.