I’ve hit the ground running this morning. I know enough about the process and how my mind works to understand the rarity of this and to capitalise wherever possible. However, the laundry was sorted first because it is important at this point in proceedings to balance what’s needed with what has to happen first. That’s been a part of the complex Life Equation that has often been left unsolved in the past.
I started something yesterday that sprang from the poem that was written before bedtime on Friday. It has a title and a (for now private) Spotify playlist which takes songs from the period in which comprehension in my life became more than something you listened to other people discuss but never did anything about. Watching many, both my age and ethnicity of late, has begun to stir reactions.
As a white British woman, I have a lot to answer for.
There is a fine line between assuaging guilt and building positive change. The three projects currently active, in various stages of development, will all contribute towards this. This week there was an important realisation that ‘success’ on Substack (whatever the fuck that is) is not one of them. Substack is simply my reporting and collation medium. It is not the place that I look to as a barometer of my progression.
If all these other projects are successful, it will become the space where people come to find out ABOUT that success. This point was not as properly embedded in my brain until this week’s series of in-person interactions confirmed that the Real World needs me more now than the Virtual one does. The Internet is vital in the process, of course, it is, but it is not what should not be a primary focus.
We can only move forward sensibly when the priorities are properly set.
That means not only is it a two buckets of tea before 11am day but I also have some subsidiary stuff that needs to be ticked off the To-Do List so I can go into next week with the correct mindset.
The Paids can also expect something once I take a break from writing this new side-project.