I finally got over my depressing cold. You know those colds that leave you in bed for a week moaning, “what’s the point? I should just give up.” But as soon as you can breath through your nose again, and stand up without feeling woozy your will to live gets surprisingly stronger.
Another will that has gotten surprisingly stronger is my will to make BeddyBye succeed. My cat, Reilly, slept next to me (in the BeddyBye) for many of my Nyquil induced naps. Nothing made my heart swirl as much as seeing my little baby curled up in my invention. And then I thought the only thing that would make my heart swirl even more would be if my actual future baby could curl up in an actual BeddyBye. And then I thought, “Damn it I have to do this.”
And last night I came up with the final missing piece of my design. The piece that will make the BeddyBye completely safe (which can not be undervalued when you’re talking about products for babies). The overall design has changed a lot, and I’m not sure how to make the prototype, but as Rhett Butler said so eloquently, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Or perhaps Scarlett said something more apropos, “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Ahh shocks I love that book so much. If you’ve never read Gone with the Wind you have to. It’s so much better than the movie.