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The future is in our hands….

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Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
Steve Jobs

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2 comments on “The future is in our hands….

  1. TPC extant
    July 31, 2013

    You mean this post has been sitting here with no comments all this time? WTF? I’m in the middle of crazy days, T, but I will find time to blogjack ya somehow. Trust me when I say that I know the empty feeling of layin’ it on the table only to be ignored. I’m here, just distracted. More later.

    tj

    • TOHNER JACKSON
      July 31, 2013

      My hammer slinging compadre. I hope your doing well out there on the road and hopefully making plenty of scratch.I too have been distracted of late but have enjoyed your blog from afar lurking in the shadows. Usually when (it) goes silent I believe a man is either not connecting with his audience or his audience has nothing to add. I also believe that as time passes and (it) takes form the audience changes as well evolving or devolving into a symbiotic rhythm much like the tides. I always wanted (it) to be an experimental site in which crazy ideas and foolish pursuits are followed until they reach the end of the road. Because, although what I do on a daily basis would surely hit a much bigger demographic I never wanted to bring the tool bag,blueprints,architects,engineers,designers,clients and problems home with me. I have seen first hand what bringing it home with you can do to a man. So here I stand with it all out on the table. I suppose more than anything we use (it) to leave a trail to anyone else out there searching for lost causes and foolishness. Anytime I have had great success in my life its been a result of hanging it out there. So tonight after I get home from building cabinets I will throw up a toast to hanging it out there more often and with more gusto. Silence be damned…..

      Time to throw on the belt.
      Later,t

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