Ladies and gentlemen, we have liftoff.
After a good four years of thinking about my real-life passion project, it is now a reality. I launched it today.
I’m excited, I’m terrified, I am resisting the urge to tell myself that it’s crap or that it won’t be a success. I’m also allowing myself to be proud of my achievement: it may not look as slick as I’d like to, or have as much content as I’d want it to, but I stopped thinking about it and just put it out there.
Drinking me would’ve never had the balls. Drinking me would’ve dreamed big dreams and mind mapped/brainstormed grandiose ideas. But drinking me as all mouth and no trousers (one of my favourite British expressions).
Sober me is wearing the pants now (and by pants I means trousers…which completely deflates my previous statement but I can’t help being Canadian and having very different English to well, the English).
Back to the passion project.
I’m not going to give it away because my real-life name is on it and although I have no doubt one day the true identity of Moppy Taylor will be revealed I’m just not ready to share my meltdown with the world yet. Certainly not alongside this passion project thing I’ve got going on. It’s not a good mix:
“Hey! I’ve just poured my heart and soul into something I was too scared to do while I drank a litre and a half of vodka…you know, before I went to rehab! Check out my new site!”
Um, nope. Not ready to combine these two things. Yet.
Admittedly, it’s a good “making of” story to tell while some weepy music plays in the background. Preferably narrated by someone slightly younger than Morgan Freeman but with an equally cool voice who can add some cinematic drama to my mid-thirties meltdown.
But for now, no one but me is particularly interested in my passion project. All I will say is that it’s a website, it’s geeky, and as of right now I have 16 people subscribed to my mailing list.
I would say “including my mom” but either there is a glitch with MailChimp or she lied to me when she said she subscribed. I don’t think my mom would sink that low.
There are also other “friends” who have said they’ve subscribed but whose names are also not on the list.
It better be MailChimp’s fault, that’s all I’m sayin’…friends.
Technical glitches aside, I must say the rocket launch pictured above is a bit over the top for today’s achievement; I’ve put a website up, I’m not flying to the goddamn moon. But I suppose the magnitude of change in how I think about myself – and more importantly in my actions – does deserve an image of a big-ass rocket ship propelling itself gloriously towards outer space.
After all, this is alien territory I’m in now…exploring strange new worlds (of possibilities)…boldly going where Drunk Moppy dared not to go…
Right, enough of that. I bought myself Easter cupcakes and designated today a diet cheat day, so it’s time to go celebrate with some very bright yellow frosting.