We're not quite at the halfway point of my #ShowUpWeird challenge, but I've already learned something valuable about how I operate. I should have factored in my actual human capacity and real-life priorities before boldly declaring I'd make 31 consecutive videos.
Can I make 31 videos? Absolutely. Can I do them back-to-back without my chronic illness tapping me on the shoulder and my family time becoming collateral damage? That's a hard nope. Now I know better.
Here's where we stand: You last saw me on Thursday, it's now Monday, and I'm faced with a choice. Do I pretend the weekend didn't happen and call this Day 11? Or do I fast-forward to Day 14 and gaslight myself into believing time works differently in content creator land? I'm choosing authenticity over perfectionism. This is Day 11. I'm not a content creation robot, and I'm not apologizing for being human. (Neither should you.)
The mission continues; the remaining videos will happen. They just won't be happening on some arbitrary consecutive timeline that ignores my life and priorities. Showing up weird means showing up real. And real life doesn't follow content calendars. In the indelible words of Jack Kerouac, from Canto Uno of McDougal Street Blues, I want to be sincere.
They are strolling to Their death
Watching the Pictures of Hell
Eating Ice Cream
Of Ignorance
On wood sticks
That were once sincere
In trees
But I can't write, poetry
Just prose
I mean
This is prose
Not poetry
But I want
To be sincere
Listen to the whole thing here:
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