Dear Execution

Apollo Fields | Dear Blank | Dear Execution | By Terrence Huie | Writer

Dear execution,

(Not the axe and chopping block kind)

I have strayed far from the goal of this project; to write a letter everyday. I have written to discipline on the
matter and apologized. Call it a rationalization if you want, but my dedication to the execution of the project hasn’t waned. I used to have big ideas with no beginnings, ideals with nothing real to back it up. Thoughts aren’t worth much if you don’t share them. Now I set myself up to carry an idea from inception to execution.

While I haven’t written everyday, I have begun a pattern of thinking, writing, and designing that has created some inertia. Committing to a practice creates shame when you skip it, forcing you to move forward.

This week I set up a series of pages on our website to make this project searchable, organized, and archival. I got into a fight with Heather because the way I designed it was too clunky. With her help, everything I write in this ‘Dear Blank’ series is easily found. I never would’ve done something like this in the past—thank you Heather.

I know when Im’ working well with you [execution] when I care about the product. I go back and edit. I tweak the design. I do it because I want to. Most of these are unedited stream-of-consciousness pieces but some have required reworking when I think of a better word or phrase.

That feeling, of wanting to improve something, is what I want my baseline to be. And that’s what it is right now. Sometimes I wake up too tired, hungover, or groggy, but a coffee and a couple hours and my mind is running again, looking up places to find you, and keep that momentum going—because there is no stopping now.

Love,
Terrence