Maybe I need a flock?

Maybe I need a flock.

That would be a wished for luxury k. flowery, interesting but don't you just need to get to it?

Fluidity.  Honking loud encouragement.  Challengers. Company. Identity.  Beauty.

Where to mention fear.  I’m very afraid. And desperate.  Where are other fearful desperate birds?   How can we fill the sky, turn, twist, go. In what direction?  

Possible birdies.   Don’t know really. I can only list maybes.  Sue. kitt. Heather. Dwight. Lee. matt edwards.  Jerry kitshop?
Nettie? Steve g/h. Carol mckinney.   Marianne. Chrissie. Jackson hayes. Someone arn might know.   Tubby. Chuck bradsford.

A mate?    One person at a time?  

I actually think no one i know wants to join me on the quest i think i have ahead.  Does that matter?
The question isn’t really what others can do, the central part is what I can do.

What would Mom have done?   Aggie? Olga? Run a campaign, underline a Bible, study an outline?

Somehow I’m a little solo-ish.   Less about joining someone with their project, more about launching one.  
 Is it an ego thing? In all honesty, it could be. My ideas the most interesting, the most novel.   
Be careful here. Reinventing the wheel doesn’t do much.