I’ve been keeping a secret from my friends, family and coworkers for the last eight years. No, I don’t secretly dress like J. Edgar, do heroin, or shop on QVC at 3am. Ok, I do often secretly look agog at QVC, changing the channel only when I hear someone about to enter the room, aware that they’ll judge me for simply looking at what the current loud mouthed, strangely-made man or woman is shilling. But my QVC voyeurism addiction isn’t the secret I’m talking about today. [I swear I’ll turn that into a reality tv worthy episode further down the line.]
I’m a closet blogger. Not a blogger about closets—because that would be silly. Instead, I have blogged in secrecy because I, who spend my time conjuring voices for individuals and corporations, who tell people to speak up so that their voice can be heard, who have brought many businesses kicking (and whispering) into the bright, glaring light of the new brand day, have hidden my thoughts and every-so-often brilliant (if I may say so myself) design insights for fear of open judgment by my peers. She doesn’t write enough. She writes about silly things. She writes about everyday things. She writes about things that no one notices. She writes about things that everyone notices. The pressure to come up with something to say—that refutes all of these statements—when I’m expected to do so on the world wide stage has been staggering. Until now.
What brought me to this realization? Was it the vision quest I went on inside a sweat lodge full of peyote smoke? Was it skydiving with two broken ear drums? Or perhaps it was staring at the fresh scratch in my genuine smoky chocolate topaz faux diamonique with emerald baguettes surrounded by freshwater pearls ring? Nothing as earth shattering as all of these reasons combined—although they did help.
No, I decided to join the conversation because writing about everyday things that no one notices and yet everyone notices is what design is about. Sometimes it’s just the way you spin it (or notice it in the first place) that makes for a great post. And who am I to rob the world of those insights?