
(You might see some smoke coming from the street half way down and off to the right… thereās a woman barbecuing fish outside her house)
Iāve been on walkabout in our new town today, inspired by another exercise from the Creativity Workshop⦠The one where I meet me (or to be exact me from a parallel dimension) in a piazza in Florence. Iām sitting there in Florence having a coffee while I write in my journal and along comes me. We have a great chat about the differences in our lives. Thereās not many differences, actually, but there is one big difference. Love.

(Can you see the cute metal steps into this grocery shop?)
Remember how I was telling you about my idea pregnancy? How I get these great ideas all the time and how I fall in love with them but ultimately I fall out of love with them? I think there are a few reasons why I fall out of love, one is fear. Fear of failure. Another is giant expectation. Giant expectation that everything will go well. And finally a huge reason I fall out of love with ideas is to do with money. Financial success. I think they are useless⦠unless they bring me money, when I already have enough money to survive.

(This is a statue of Pedro Nunes, heās a famous mathematician, google him. He was born here)
It turns out I was disrespecting my amateur status. The dictionary (well the apple dictionary) says amateur is a person who engages in a pursuit especially a sport on an unpaid basis. Or more cruelly, a person considered contemptibly inept at a particular activity. Fortunately, these are not the only definitions and last week at the workshop I got the definition that best suits me. The me that lives in this parallel dimension (note: anytime you think this is weird remind yourself, nothing weird is going on hereā¦)Ā An amateur is someone who does what they do for the love of it and not for financial gain. Me in the other dimension (note: you know what to do) has embraced this definition. She does what has to be done to bring in enough money to survive and then she nourishes the idea she loves. She still has fear but that does not stop her. She has dropped giant expectations and instead enjoys the giant excitement of surprises.

(Ciara! Fred has a Fred in a parallel dimension sunning himself here in Portugal)
So this morning after breakfast (and after doing the jobs that have to be done) I went off to meet the other me at a cafe by the river. I brought my journal and I ordered a coffee. Sheās a great listener. She understand me, she doesn’t judge me, and I think she might even like me. I wanted her to tell me what to do now, this minute, to move my latest idea along faster but she wouldnāt. She reminded me of the slow gestation period. So I got a bit irritated with her. She didnāt mind, she just looked at a seat two tables over. I followed her gaze.

(Blue tiles, blue sky)
Right so, we have to jump back here. To the Interview exercise. You remember Virginia? From a couple of days ago? She of the great story? I know I havenāt told you her story and itās not ready yet but I will tell you as soon as I can. For now you just have to remember that I was interviewing Virginia and the process of temporarily becoming Virginia had a huge (maybe even profound? no, too pretentious, remember expectations? huge is grand) impact on me. Well thatās kinda my latest idea. (Are you keeping up? Should I set up a help desk?) Canāt go into details about the idea as Iām honouring its gestation period. Suffice to say it involves interviewing people⦠Got it?

(An open doorā¦)
So there I am this morning following the gaze of me (from a parallelĀ dimension) when I see a young man sitting at a table two over. I say, you canāt be serious! Me (from a parallel dimension) says absolutely nothing…
Me: I can not interview him!
Me (from a parallel dimension): Ā Still says nothing…
Me: What if he doesnāt speak English?
Me (from a parallel dimension):Ā ā¦silence
Me: What if he thinks Iām selling something?
Me (from a parallel dimension):Ā ā¦silence
Me:What if he thinks I want to be his friend?
Me (from a parallel dimension):Ā ā¦nothing
Me: What if he wants to be my friend?
Me (from a parallel dimension):Ā ā¦nada
Me: What if he expects something?
Me (from a parallel dimension): What if he doesnāt?

(I love the way this door is shedding its skin)
I can hardly believe what happened next… I picked up my bag and phone, I got up and went over to the young man and after confirming that he did indeed speak English (he was bilingual! Portuguese and English!Ā Iām not joking)Ā I told him about my idea. He talked to me. He didnāt expect anything and he didnāt want to be my friend.
This is me enjoying the giant excitement of surprises. Mairead.