Focusing on what matters feels like the riskiest thing to do.
You want to cover all your bases.
But it’s like this:
You have a loaf of bread. Those are your possibilities. One slice of bread = one possibility.
And you have a big spoonful of peanut butter and a big spoonful of jelly. That’s you. Your resources: time, energy, money, attention, ability. A couple… Continue reading
We seek approval.
(See here and here and here and here.)
We often seek approval at the expense of connection:
- I do something that Person A will approve, meaning that Person B will not approve
- I identify as part of THIS group, and that ruins my chances (mostly) of connecting with people in THAT group
- I pursue the approval of
It’s one thing to be a little crazed because of your unique creative inner self.
It’s another entirely to go crazy because someone else’s going-doing-scheming-dreaming-unpredictability-inner burn sent you there.
You want to maintain stability and guard your own creative space while also allowing this important person in your life to have freedom, encouragement, and support.
Let’s start with two ground rules.
1. The fact that someone in
Dear people writing open letters:
We all know that your open letters are not really letters to the “designated recipients.”
We all know that you’re really writing to us, the public, the masses, the mindless scrollers of newsfeed loops, the social media followers, and that you have thoughts. Opinions. Valuable opinions to share about this latest thing, this story, this whatever-the-hell happened.
And you… Continue reading
Once you see that a system is just a system, everything changes.
Once you see that the system is a man-made structure, an organization with a certain order and a certain set of priorities imposed upon reality rather than reality itself, you can’t unsee that.
You can’t trust a system again, ever, 100%.
You always have this knowing, back of your mind.
A hum, a… Continue reading
Writing is a myth. No one’s writing. No one knows how. No one can get it right, ever. Writing is folklore, witchcraft, uncensored heart bleedings and all that. Nonsense. Trivia.
Writing comes from the blunt parts of things, the edges, the rough-cut, hand-sawn wood ends that get thrown into the reject pile. The scrap yard, that’s the place for writing. It’s a heap of fodder, a heap of refuse… Continue reading