That’s what I am – a visionary. I should write this down when on forms I’m asked about my employment status.
Joan of Arc was a visionary, and look at what happened to her. This was disgraceful. But she held to her vision to the end. She aligned herself with God, and this took some but not all the pressure off of her.
I am not aligning myself with God. I do at times think that given the current political climate, that I may someday face the equivalent of being burned at the stake unless I renounce the importance of the BLBP and the importance of books.
It’s hard doing what I’m doing because no one, absolutely no one who is involved with the BLBP is a visionary. Pete comes close, but he is not a visionary. He’s a man with a vision. The difference between the two terms is that a visionary is obsessive and a man with a vision is. . .well, I have to think more about the difference. Maybe it’s that the man with a vision isn’t as obsessive. Hard to say.
A visionary does not have a balanced life. It all revolves around one thing, which is achieving one’s objective. Today was a case in point.
I did ride Hrimmi today, this was after working on an online calendar; one that will let all the board members know what is going to happen in the months ahead. It took quite a bit of time to do – I knew it would, and this is why I didn’t want to do it.
Had a good ride. She did move out some.
After, Pete and I went to town, and I got the back room in order. We may have books coming to us from Fairbanks – the focus is Native culture. I also got the place in order, in general.
I came home, cleaned the horse pen, then this evening worked on sending out fundraising letters.
No one else appears to be doing any fundraising, so I am it. This, I realized, is the sort of thing a visionary does in their not so spare time.
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