I think I’m supposed to share something every twelve minutes. On my IG stories, on my book of faces, on the snapchats (which I still don’t know what it is). I mean I fight being an adult as hard as I can, but when am I supposed to do other things without broadcasting it?  I think maybe at the same time as I’m doing stuff. Stay tuned for a captivating trip to Sam’s Club later today. It’s coming in hot. 

It’s really a game I (you) can’t win I don’t think. It’s a time/real estate issue. There’s too much stuff we need to do (work,life,etc) to be able to keep up with a non stop chronicle.  This is even if we are all perfect actors and one take wonders. I wonder how much time was wasted today on “retakes” of pics and stories today?  Likely enough time to solve the “Peace in the Middle East” issue. 

As a business owner it feels like if I’m not doing all the things, then there’s no chance of competing. Being “front of mind” in today’s world is skull fuckery, as the competition for said “front”space is beyond anything I have the capacity to vie for. 

Instead my format is this archaic thing that you have to stop and read. Absorb. Sometimes decide what it means. Sometimes question what the hell I’m even talking about.  But you stop. And you read. 

For awhile I got bogged down with the “how many people are reading this” quandary. As if the value of the act had to garner a certain number of eyeballs for validity. Again, an unwinable game wrought with the feel of a 7th grade class election popularity contest. 

Slowly, I take solace when the people I love and respect give it a read and a like (if they can remember) and the true belief that if I’m honest (man I used to say that all the time) and I can help someone by spewing forth my minds stream of conciseness, then today was a win. 

A win. Isn’t that what we are all shooting for anyway? More wins than losses. More feeling good than feeling bad. More in control of the world that seems to unravel at an accelerating speed?

Plus. Watching my enthusiasm in short video form all day every day would be an all new type of pain and an exhaustion I’m just not willing to endure.

So have some words. I’m doing my best to keep up with that.

#hugsandhi5s