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Toes in the Grass & Bare Arses to the Wind

The first thing to accept is that failure and risk are connected. Without risk there isn’t going to be a whole lot of failure. Without failure there isn’t a whole lot of risk.

The second is that we generally stumble from failure to failure with an irreverent hot flash of success along the way. Life, on many levels, is a series of bad ideas ill-followed. Success takes hard work, skill, opportunity, timing and… luck. Even if it comes down to the luck of being who you are in society; the luck of having read that book at that time or meeting somebody crucial to your objectives.

It’s reminds me of the writer who spends ten years at the kitchen table only to have critics acclaim it all as an overnight success. Or a band like The Beatles playing crazy hours in Berlin to become the super-group of the sixties. Picasso may have shone in his teens but Cézanne was a late bloomer. Cézanne had even more failures than you may realise (read the linked essay).

So we’re not here to tell you how perfect we are at anything. There is no fake it until you make it as we market ourselves into the World of Mead. This is it; sink or swim. We can’t do anything except plod on from failure to failure with the eventual hope of success. Hard work. Risk. And, yes, we need some luck.

This thing we do. Mead. We take it seriously. And we have a family story and connection to this piece of land called Hobart that spans back to first European settlement and the First Fleet. There’s no hiding the mazer’s criminal history. And why would we bother? This is who we are and what we do whether we’re available as a commercial product or just dicking around making cocktails.

There is no buffing over the fact we have an almost insurmountable problem with finance, insurance and licensing. We have no money. We’re outsiders. Angel investors aren’t beating down our doors for either ideas or innovative product. And society is currently geared to keep ex-convicts either on welfare or returning to prison on the hamster wheel of poverty.

But we’re here. Toes in the grass and bare arses to the wind. Embracing our failures.

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Steven Clark Steven Clark - the stand up guy on this site

My name is Steven Clark and I live in the Derwent Valley in Southern Tasmania. I have an MBA (Specialisation) and a Bachelor of Computing from the University of Tasmania. I'm a mazer & a yeast farmer (making beer, fruit wine and mead as by-products of continuous improvement in my farming practices). I'm a photographer, although my film cameras are currently silent. I do not tolerate idiots. I do not tolerate bigotry. I do not tolerate excuses. Let's be clear, if you sit with my enemies you my are my enemy for life.

Blogger. Thinker. Brewer. Drinker. Life partner to the amazing and incredible Megan.

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