I’m beginning the slow process of returning myself to full ‘working’ capability this week, which means if you are subbed to the Newsletter that accompanies this website, you’ll be getting a message in your Inbox tomorrow offering you FREE STUFF. For now, however, the last seven days have been about forward motion, plus setting up new processes for our restart in September.
I don’t allow myself nearly enough time to dream any more, and being the kind of person who can rationalize failure before there’s even a chance for success is a pretty decent means by which all joy can be sucked from situations. However, with my work turning up on a Podcast this weekend, it does feel a lot like I’m making clear, unassailable progress. Even I’d struggle to make this anything more than a win, so this then begs the question of what to do next.
There’s been a piece this week that’s pushed mind and body out of the comfort zone as a result: it’s part prose poetry, part pure poem, and covers a part of my life I don’t really talk about very much, mostly because I’ve never really thought about it that much. Doing so this week therefore has been an exercise in using my newly-found objectivity to rationalize what was one of the most frightening experiences of my life. As it transpires, that also makes for quite interesting reading.
It also allows me to think about a return to Podcasting, which I’ve really rather missed. Let’s see if I can persuade enough people next month that I’m worth both the time and the support…
I’ve lost a lot of friends over the years, a lot of which is to do with my own shortcomings. However, now I have lots of new friends who are more understanding of what I am, and what that means. The truth is lots of things to different people. Knowing when to move on is an important life skill.
If you’re paying attention, this will be live before the poem and audio go live on Twitter, because yesterday the stars finally aligned, and I was able to make significant progress ahead of what is now a reasonably well-organized schedule. It won’t be like this every day going forward, but BOY is it a great feeling when it happens…
This week has been hard, and to add insult to injury, summat I REALLY wanted I was rejected for last night. This therefore began really negatively, until I pivoted it, and now everything is OKAY AGAIN. Plus, I’m up-to-date on the website!
I’m tired of offering to help people and being ignored/passed over as I’m clearly not high profile enough as part of a personal agenda. It happens far too often. Be fair, or people won’t help you any more.