Oh Medium, I Can Do Better
On you, at least.
Time for a 2021 overhaul I think. 2020 sucked some serious balls, and I’m so over it. But this time, I don’t want to just delete the content I did post, so I’m just going to gather it all into one publication and call it good. Time to do better on Medium, and really try. And maybe, just maybe, be more myself.
Sometimes things get very sanitized between my brain and my fingers. I think some of it comes from being taught to share “the facts, and only the facts” from a very young age. Emotion was for fiction writers, personal stuff for memoir writers. Never should they mix.
Not sure how I’m going to fix it, but I’m going to try.
I’m going to make a fool of myself, I’m sure. And oh boy, do I hate that. The thought sends chills down my spine and makes me want to retreat — but I can’t be afraid to live anymore.
I have zero fear of death, though it can take its sweet time, but I fear living more than anything else. There are too many variables to living, and I can’t control them all. I think we all fear living to some extent or another, or we wouldn’t settle for a mediocre status quo, living boring lives that do nothing for us but make us feel like empty shells, hollowed out by time and society.
I can’t take it anymore. So I guess I’m here to break the rules. And I’m not a rule breaker, much.
Want more? Join the newsletter for extra goodies!
