Angelique in Wonderland

Posted by Angelique Ruzicka on Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I have a good business idea. It’s not going to make me oodles of money, but it’s good. Well, at least I think so. I am not going to say what it is here, because it still needs a bit of research. But relaying the idea to a friend of mine left me deflated like a pricked balloon, because he jolted me back to reality and pointed out that there was still a lot to be done.

It’s true. There is still a lot to be done. There’s tons of stuff. What I needed was encouragement, or a pat on the back, or a smile, or a comment saying ‘That’s nice’. But instead I got a stare and a stern cold: “well you need to do these things first before you do that.”

This is my fault though. He’s not the kind of friend that you tell your hair brained ideas to and expect any kind of encouragement. He used to be though, which is the frustrating part. Now, however, he’s the go-to man if you want a reality check, the cold hard facts, the to-do list, and the list of the downsides to what you are doing. Before you say anything, there’s a number of reasons why he’s now the terminator of ideas, but that’s another blog.
I am a bit of a dreamer. Always have been, and always will be. I’m a bit like
Alice in Wonderland. Always dreaming of the impossible, having adventures (mostly in my head), and fighting the Jabberwocky.

And believe me, there are a couple of Jabberwockies out there that I am fighting at the moment.

It’s the dreaming that has got me some success. It’s the dreaming that has also resulted in me enduring some failures. But it’s the dreaming that has allowed me to dust myself off after those failings and carry on. It’s the dreaming that has allowed me to believe I can do the impossible, and belt out Lady Antebellum’s I need you now in peak morning traffic without a care in the world about the stares, finger pointing and laughter from the people in surrounding cars.

The point is you didn’t see people telling Lewis Carroll to go kill a guinea fowl for the night’s supper, do a cost benefit analysis, and speak to his bank manager before he published the book about a girl chasing after a rabbit and eating stuff that made her tall and tiny. Maybe they did, but he wrote the book and got it published anyway.

The fact is I should have known better. I should not have turned to this particular friend and expect him to give me the stuff I need to make myself (feel) bigger. I have friends who will provide me with compliments, shower me with praise, and tell me I can fight the Jabberwocky on my own. Some will even sharpen the sword for me, some will stand alongside me while I battle that demon, others will even join me, and then there are some who will hand me a blunt spoon and some rusty armour, and pretend they are on my side.

Lesson learnt (hopefully). If I am looking for praise I will seek out the friends that will provide me with bucket loads of the stuff. If I need a reality check I will then turn to this friend who inspired this blog.

In the meantime I am going to follow a rabbit down a hole and see where that leads me.


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