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There is more than one way to skin a cat.  But why on earth would you want to skin a cat?  Does their fur make a great coat or hat?  Wouldn’t it be more impressive to shirt a cat?  Dogs will mostly sit in loyal placid wonder as they give in to the whims of owners who want to dress them.  For Halloween. For Christmas.  For spring and summer walks.  A cat will often just flip over and freeze when put into a shirt.

The cat won’t have it.

Is that a sign of superiority to our doggy pals?  Or sheer stubbornness on the feline’s part?

The origin of the expression has to do with either finding a way or making one.

I like that expression better, I think.  Less wasting of the time trying to dress our pets.

Find a way to chase your dreams.

If you can’t find a way, make one.

Find time or make time.

I want to make time with a housekeeper so I don’t have to sweep.  Maybe I’ll get a Roomba, a tiny sweeping robot.  Or an Alexa.

I saw on the news that a little girl in Texas ordered a giant doll house and four pounds of cookies from Alexa.  That story was designed to make you afraid.  People won’t use the technology because they are afraid of small accidents like that, an overcharge from a company that has an excellent return policy.

They won’t let an automatic car drive them because they don’t want to give up control.  We had the same debate when seat belts became mandatory on all drivers in the 80’s.  Automakers installed technology to make it second nature.  You didn’t even have to think about putting on the belt because it automatically rolled across the door when you closed it.

One day, Alexa will talk to my fridge.  Together, they will make a grocery list from items I buy often, and send it to Amazon, or to another grocer.  My card will be charged and groceries will be delivered.

Making time for me to do more.

What I do with the saved time is up to me.

My focus is on writing and building a business.  I want to complete a series I’m writing for television, all ten episodes, then work to get it financed and produced.  I’d like to do four in the state of Arkansas. Then go make more.

I’d like more time to run, more time to play.  I don’t get to see as many movies as I like, and there should always be more time to read outside.  I don’t get enough of that.

It’s mostly my fault.

I spend time trying to get the writing done.  Plus work to make some cash until the biz catches up with the lifestyle I want.  And time with the kids. And planning travel, writing seminars.

Just life, you know.

Find a way.  Or make a way.

It’s pretty much what most people do day in and day out.

They find a way to make money with a job they hate.

The make a way to live with the excuses they tell themselves for putting up with a crappy job, crappy relationship, a crappy life.

My soul cries for adventure, my feet were made for long trails and sunsets on a beach.  My fingers were made for a keyboard and my mind was made through rigorous application of training, reading and practicing.

I’ve read stories about anglers who were late for work every day of the week because they hated it, but would get up at four in the morning and hit a fishing hole before sunrise.  They found a way to make excuses for the job, but made a way to chase the thing they loved to do.

What are you chasing?

What are you making?

What are you finding when you do?