This Nobody Is Still Doing Everything With Nothing
I promise you: a new post in August. But here’s where joy meets work in my world, so worth a revisit.
“…if it’s natural, something glowing from inside, shining
all around you, its potential has arrived.”
—“What Is the Light?”
The Flaming Lips
I nearly threw away this entire blog just based on what I thought some people were thinking.
Gonna let that soak in for a minute.
The thing is, I stopped writing altogether. I looked back over my shoulder. Then I started comparing myself to other writers and artists, became self-conscious, and sunk deeper into despair.
Stupid, I know.
But this—this old journal entry—kick-started it for me, even though it’s four years after the story I want to tell all began. So let’s crank up the mojo and begin there.
An Oct. 2, 1991, journal entry reads:
“Last night I had a dream about Fingerhut [the company I worked at in the late ’80s, early ’90s]. There were mongrel dogs bothering me in a meeting. I…
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