When people ask me what I want for the holidays, I have a simple request: a fresh idea.
Something that sparks my imagination and makes my brain ache when I try to understand it.
You can’t believe how hard those are to come by.
‘But wouldn’t you prefer a book, a writing implement, the latest smartphone, a blue shirt, some fashionably-striped socks, a fine bottle of wine?’ those same people often inquire.
Well, I certainly wouldn’t say no to any of those creature comforts. But when push comes to proverbial shove, there’s nothing I like better than a shiny, rough around the edges concept.
And I don’t care where they come from. I like ideas regardless of shape, colour, and occasionally even the size of the ego that hatched them.
I think what draws me to ideas is their quirky and changeable personalities. One may look suave and dapper when you first encounter it when in reality, it’s a stinker. Another can seem minuscule and suddenly it’s commanding a state. A third could enter the room as one creature and before you know it, take on a completely different shape.
The trouble is so many ideas these days just seem tired…like they’re carrying the weight of the year – or decade – on their shoulders.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind a good recycled idea. I’m all for renewable resources. But at least turn them on their heads a little, give them an olive or a twist.
Where do you find your ideas? Do they come to you while sitting in front of a computer? When you wake up after a dream? After scribbling a stream of consciousness list?
I stumble – or trip over my ideas – the good and bad ones, when I go for a walk. So next year, I resolve to amp up my ambulatory antics.
Until then, I want to leave you with – not an idea per se, but more of a wishful thought: let’s all try harder to open our minds, shake off old habits and hope that in 2015 we’re struck by many brightly intense light bulbs or at least an inspiring shock.