Hey stranger - Thanks for stopping by! Right now, this website is a little bit like a trading post far out in the unexplored wilds of Ontario circa 1701. There are no roads, no trails...and yet, in the midst of a clearing, there's a cabin with buttery light emanating from the windows and a lazy question mark of red pine smoke hovering above the mud chimney...
And do you smell biscuits baking? Maybe...
Until I wrote that, I hadn't consciously associated my intentions with such an image, but it's...curiously apt.
This project comes at the end of, and maybe because of, a long road. More on that later, but let me toss this to you: The world is in a bad place right now. Particularly our country (I'm talking about the United States right now, just to clarify for my inexplicable visitors from the 'Stans). To be as non-partisan as possible, let's just say there's a veritable archaeological table of BS covering everything, it's rising by a foot a day, and it was up to our eyeballs about four generations ago.
Everything is fake.
I've done a long tour through all of it, and dear reader, I'm tired of treading in it. Even at my professional peak, I made nothing. I produced nothing. At the end of a grueling day, when the mission was accomplished, there was nothing to point to, or to hold, and say, "I made that."
Later, as my career went a very different direction, a successful day might be measured by a modest number of new signups to a monthly plastic toy subscription service. "Look at these numbers," I might say, "They're...modest."
Five or six years ago I picked up some scraps of leather from Michaels along with some tools I had no idea what to do with, entertaining the idea of starting a hobby just to mollify the now-powerful desire to do something real. Then life happened some more, and then again, and then again...
Long story short, I finally decided to explore this weird desire to make real things. To call it a "disruptive" decision would be an understatement.
So here we are. I make things. Primarily notebooks for now, because a routine meeting in a conference room sparked that first impetus to get moving. A colleague showed up with this gorgeous, mocha-colored notebook with a wood backing, held together with hand-cut and hand-ground copper rings.
"Where on earth did you get that?" I asked.
"I made it," she said.
Watch Roger Rabbit to get an idea of what my googly-eyes looked like in that moment.
"YOU CAN DO THAT?"
Evidently, you can. So I did. And now I do.
More on my philosophy of the hand-written note later (I seem to have a philosophy for everything), but for now, suffice it to say that this didn't start as an opportunity for market penetration, but as a calling.
Right now you might be thinking, "Why is this barista talking to me?" I get it. No worries. I'm glad you stopped by. If you like what you see, feel free to support The Calling(TM) with a purchase. Or, if you'd like to see what I might be able to make for you, click here. But that's my story (for now.) More soon.
Maker of Things, Eastern Catholic, family man, experimenting with entrepreneurship. These are my opinions. Feel free to disagree, but you don't have a right to my compliance. ;-)