It’s like being so tired you can’t even sleep.
Sometimes I feel guilty complaining. Even writing the headline for this article I feel a bit guilty since it’s like an implied complaint. I was planning on going somewhere with this, but my time is so limited I am not going to be offering much today, I even have to reconsider my own Substack schedule and I just made it last week!
I’ll present you with a barely edited stream of consciousness in bullet point format today. Might as well have a bit of fun and experiment with low quality work:
I’m continuing my Substack writing experiment today.
There is a new Growth article. Again, consistency is praised, but I am noticing many of these success stories are by people who already were somewhat successful, or at the least, had accumulated thousands of subscribers in some form or another.
I am starting from zero. I’ve written blogs and had an online presence for nearly 20 years, but a few times I dropped everything and started anew, rarely using the same pseudonym.
I think this will be the last time I start from zero. I will own this Substack for the rest of my life (and hopefully can maintain at least a respectful tone and thoughtfulness at which my senior self won’t cringe).
My goal for the remainder of 2022 on Substack is to stay consistent. Publish at least a few quality (longer, deeper) posts and more bonus content like photos. Also, engage more with the community—find and comment on more newsletters. And then, email all the contacts I dare about my Substack, and encourage them to read and subscribe.
In related news, I’m still working on a deeper article about our political culture and situation, but [excuses, reasons and bleh]. And at my day job I will have to put in more hours for the foreseeable future due to labor shortage and no, I will not be getting a raise or any kind of extra compensation for that (I’m making a list—my exit interview is going to be such a joy and so is my carpet-bombing campaign of honest reviews against the company).
In other news, Halloween is coming. I carved a pumpkin with the “help” of my toddler. I need to get one of those fancy power-tool pumpkin carvers, because using a knife is for chumps. But it turned out ok, if you like Hello Kitty:
I now see we need to spruce up the front door (and the railing).
I noticed this year the commercialism got an early start on Christmas. Rather than waiting until or just before Halloween, it’s Christmas season starting October 1st. They start out small, casually putting out a few Christmas decorations, lights, and stockings for sale, and it goes on like this bit-by-bit each day. By mid-October it’s officially full-blown Christmas season in all designated shopping areas.
In 50 years or so, it’s just going to be some weird combination of Hallow-thanks-mas.
I’m out of time, so this will be it for nostalgia today:
Happy Thursday