I’ve got to become a famous content creator who’s paid to do it. Content about working on the house and praying and writing icons and being a father. That’s the ticket. But also I’ve got to build a MOO that is a working Skete (a monastery in the world) so that a community of internet dweebs can come and be strange with it.

That’s the new project burbling in my brain.

I think it would be a unique one, and it’d teach me to code.

But the one thing I’ve realized over the past year(s) is that ideas don’t mean a good god damn, it’s delivering on them, following through, finishing, trying, making them into reality. That’s what I’ve always struggled with. I either obsess to the point of being completely unable to stop myself from working on something, or I obsess to the point of being completely unable to start a thing, it having gotten too large in my brain.

Bite sized pieces, I keep telling myself.