I had a plan. I had something like 18 days off of work for the holidays, so I decided it would be a perfect amount of time to write a book. The book was “Words of Visdom”, just a collection of essays concerning the lessons I’ve learned in the last couple years, based on the tweets I’ve sent out under the #visdom hashtag.
It wasn’t a bad plan, use my time off to write a simple, yet meaningful book. The problem, however, was that I knew I’d have a hard time sticking to plan if I did the writing at home. There are just too many distractions.. TV shows, videogames, laundry, dishes, bla bla bla. If I was going to focus, I needed to get out of the house. It didn’t take me long to decide that the perfect place would be CAMP Coworking in Downtown Omaha. I’m an early riser, and I’m well-aware of the fact that the owner of CAMP, Megan, is a night-owl herself. That’s why at 5am, on my first day of vacation, I drove the 20 miles to put digital pen to digital paper.
Unfortunately, my lack of planning, and reliance on the universe to grease my wheels, did not work in my favor. CAMP was CLOSED. I waited around for a half hour or so, but nobody showed. I tucked my tail between my legs and started back home, telling myself that I’d try again later.. after a nap.
The nap turned into a half-night’s rest. When I awoke, there was no way I was going to drive another 40 miles. “Tomorrow.”, I told myself. The next morning, after silencing my alarm, I stared at the ceiling while listening to the debate in my head. It took a few minutes, but finally all the voices agreed on one thing.. take control. It was then that I made the decision to open a coworking spot out west, closer to home.
Not being one to step on toes, I contacted Megan and asked for her blessing. She not only gave it, but she also pointed me towards my first clients. Thank you, Universe! ..and Megan, of course.
Since then, I’ve been wheelin’ and dealin’, trying to line up all the ducks and waiting for the chickens to hatch before taking inventory. Things are progressing smoothly.
The place is called CoVis CoWorking, and it’ll be right off Interstate 680 and Pacific Street in Omaha. This is not only an awesome location due to all the great places nearby, or it’s easy access, but it seems to be where the universe and I collide. You see, There used to be a little club called The Naughty Lounge there, and I used to be a DJ there. It’s where I met Special K, the gal I fell head over heels for. There’s also a Ruby Tuesday across the way, and that’s where I met one of my best friends, ShySpark. And ifso-facto, one of the smartest gals I’ve ever known, GeeketteSpeaks, lives just a block away. Like I said, the universe wants me there.
For the last two months, this has all just been talk. Tomorrow, however, I sign the lease and this all gets real. I’m terrified. I’m bankrolling this all myself, and this is going to be one hell of a costly experiment. You see, I’m an introvert. I spend most of my time trapped in my very own mind. It’s a fun place, there’s hopes and dreams and big explosions and all that, but it’s also a very lonely place.
Coworking is about sharing a space with others, being productive and collaborating. I need this more than anything. When I joined the Air Force back in 1994, I was a caveman. My whole world prior to that was defined by my family, and the isolated community I lived in. The military, and the way it pulls people out of your life and forces new faces upon you, is what made me evolve. By frequently being exposed to such diversity, my mind was forced to learn and dive into new experiences. It’s a great feeling. It’s something that has been severely lacking in my life recently.
I’m excited for CoVis. I will be introduced to new faces, new ideas, new possibilities. That’s all food for my mind, it energizes me. Unfortunately, as an introvert, my social circle is fairly small, and my social phobia sits on my shoulder and tells me that if I build it, no one will come. That’s scary shit.
On the bright side, I’ve failed so much in this life, that I’d probably be more shocked if I succeeded! So I’m going into this ready for the worst. Bring it, World. I’ve been taking punches since before I could walk, and I’m still kickin’.
Anyway, there it is. I’m doing this. CoVis Coworking is set for a soft launch on April 1st, how fitting. I’ll get around to a hard launch when I can find some porn stars. Heh.
I ask for your support, and your help spreading the word.
Thanks in advance.