Yesterday’s post was one that took a while to get out. As such I always think something like that will resonate more than another. Just not how it works. I sometimes wonder if I make you suffer from intensity fatigue. If I spend too much time digging in and not enough letting go and keeping it light.
The last couple days the themes has felt almost identical to me, insecurity, fear, lack. How different we look to those on the outside to what we think on the inside. We all feel these some things. I mean don’t we?
A lot of times I write from the place of “I mean everyone has to feel this way...right?” At some point they have to. Human nature and all. I’m just lucky to have found this way to let it all out.
This makes me think about those who don’t know how to work it all out. I know that for them it must just build and build and build. Pressure from within. I mean I’m out here yapping about it and I feel it.
Maybe people think it’s normal and they should just deal with it. That this is just their path. Men for sure don’t deal with it enough. I know this from the dealings with my friends. We are all there for each other, but I’m 1000% more likely to share here than to talk in private with a friend. Part of it may be that I feel like I already wear them out with my constant questions and intensity. Part of it is that this platform faces no challenges or makes me take more responsibility etc. This is one sided. I say. You read. I mean yes you can form opinions but really it’s pretty safe once you get past the whole “airing your issues to the public”. Remember, I also wear a speedo in public, my shame filter is offset by a large attention meter.
A month or so ago I read something by Mark Manson about writing and blogs and success in that space. In it he was very to the importance of knowing your niche and then writing to it. I struggle with this. I’ve titled this blog different things before or given it tag lines to qualify what it is. The truth is I feel my niche is everyone because I think deep down everyone feels like I do. They just either haven’t admitted it, haven’t realized it, or know it and are happy to see someone they know is just like them.
It’s about feeling like you belong. Bonds. Togetherness. That we are all plummeting through space on this giant rock trying to do our best with the so very few years we have on it.
That’s part of why I share. Because there’s so little time to figure it out.
I know I’ve told this story before but it’s worth mentioning again. A brief morning with my dad when he was 80. I asked which 40 years had passed faster, the first or the last. He of course said the last followed by “I sometimes wonder where my life went.”
So I’m gonna overshare and not be sorry or worry about it. At least in the end I’ll hopefully wonder a little less.
#hugsandhi5s
