I’ve always thought it would be fun to write. I’ve had this interesting life and although I can confidently say I hit the ovarian lottery as a pre-human, there was a fairly meandering approach to becoming a full-on adult. Many would argue that I’m still not quite there (although I think there is sufficient data to suggest the naysayers are incorrect). I digress (as you should grow to expect if you plan on reading anything else I write). I’m not sure I’m going to share my life story here (and I’m equally unsure that I won’t), but I think, at a minimum, this could be an interesting place to gather my thoughts (publicly) and perhaps get criticized along the way. Hopefully some new perspectives will present themselves and I can get out of the echo chamber in my head. I think to do this right, I ought to be willing to be vulnerable (ew, but “check”) and touch on a variety of subjects so I can sort out where my “flow” is (assuming I have a flow). If this ever makes money (which I do not expect it to) my first investment will be an editor so you don’t have to suffer through the grammatical mess I belch forth on this really nifty minimalist platform that really makes me want to write stuff.
Here are some things that have held me back, historically, from putting my thoughts on “paper.” (have I overdone and consistently misused parenthesis and quotes in this first paragraph and this sentence right here? yes.). <— “ .). ”
Ah, but again, I digress. Without further ado, here are some of the excuses I’ve relied most heavily on when actively avoiding writing:
Not prioritized — I work a lot and have a family so this never made it high on the priority list even though it always sat comfortably in the back of my mind like a very small, soft spoken monkey.
Insecurity — “What if my writing is stupid and nobody wants to read it?” I realize this is just humility. Nobody wants to read it and much of what’s floating around in my brain is ridiculous. This is just an exercise for my mental health.
Lack of focus — I’m like a cat. It’s really quite easy for me to get distracted.
Insecurity Part 2 — I have a business, employees, and now investors. What if I write about stuff other than capital markets, fintech, entrepreneurship, etc.. and people are like “oh, this guy shouldn’t be running this business, he should be doing something more practical for his level of “cognition” like tending cattle.” Ouch guys.
Desire for instant gratification — It’s super inconvenient to have to think, write, edit, re-think, type, think, research, etc.. I would prefer for Elon Musk to sort out a way to port some succinct version of a cohort of my thoughts into this page (side note, it seems that Open AI has a version of this already developed called GPT3, except it doesn’t have to bother with the human part of my suggested equation, it can just write great, original stuff, (creepy)).
Insecurity Part 3 — Imposter syndrome. I think I can write or that I have a voice or that I’m intelligent enough to write engaging content but… back to #2.
A myriad of other excuses that Steven Pressfield would clarify as "resistance.”
So here we are, with my first post, which, as promised, is underwhelming and quite literally about (nearly) nada. There’s a “Subscribe now” button below this, which seems ridiculous. If you click it by mistake there should be some pretty straightforward way to unsubscribe and I apologize in advance for the inconvenience my subsequent posts may cause you.
In the meantime, tell your friends!