The Chasm
A subtle yet possibly false, start
There’s no way I have enough time to learn from all my mistakes. So I guess I’ll just have to deal.
I’ve found the more I write for people, the worse it is. I used to write strictly for myself. Yes, I invited people to read, I posted links, I shared, but going back 15 years or so, maybe more…I was very happy writing selfishly and I know that selfishly is the only way to write well.
So what the hell happened?
Well, I got famous.
You all ruined it. I blame my 60 subscribers. It’s your fault.
Funny thing is, I had more subscribers than that (and still do) over on my Wordpress site, damonswhirled.com. It’s just that with this whole Substack thing, I was enticed by my ambition and my vision and the way Substack brought those two things together and seemingly made it a no brainer to make money writing! Oh, what writer could resist?
A good one.
Oh well.
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say. I have tons to say. It’s that now I can really see what saying it might do. It’s like my whole world has been rocketing towards this moment in the same way that you can never reach the wall if you go half way every time. And what’s worse is I know that what I have to say is important. How d’ya like them apples. I know it because it’s not being said (enough), I know it because I can feel it.
There’s nothing worse than feeling like the way you need to do life, is to make people happy. There’s nothing worse than self-censorship. Really.
Well…actually there are worse things, but as far as my human privilege goes - there’s not much worse.
What do you think about?
Do you think about things outside of your routine?
Try as I might (and I don’t really try), I’m always thinking of things outside my routine and inside my routine, mostly at the same time. I think that’s why I love working so much, especially at high intensity, busy jobs, it allows me to rest. Weird.
Why do you work high intensity, busy jobs? Or do you?
There’s so much to talk about.
And there’s such an incredibly deep chasm of…
Chasm of…
What? Indifference? No. Apathy? No.
Comfort.
That’s it.
Comfort.
That’s what’s preventing us from having they types of conversations that would be really good to have, for us, for our kids, our communities.
Comfort.
And if I won’t get uncomfortable, then who will?