Yesterday, thinking I would be brave and write an introduction to be posted on Wednesday (tomorrow!), Thanksgiving Eve, for my “So Last Year” project, which I would then actually start on Thursday, I faltered. I read my entries for Thursday Thanksgiving (it was okay) as well as the next day, and of course that very second day it’s about “the rusty nail” incident. And I thought, I can’t offload that unto readers. Then I read a bit more and realized there are things I write (insights) about living people that I’d be advised to edit, if not outright omit. And on it went, with my inner critic coming out – very impolitely – to give me hell.
I stopped reading. I exercised. I finished listening to a discussion between Jordan Peterson and Jonathan Haidt, who talked about the historical development toward monocultures in the universities (faculties and administrations). I Skyped with both children. I sat down again, thinking, Nope, I’ll do this, I’ll start the “So Last Year” project, but immediately ran into an issue when I logged on to my website, which I hadn’t done in months. I spent an hour dealing with that, and then it was time to get dinner started. It’s not pleasant to feel the day get away from you like that.
I stand in danger of wasting the rest of my life, that’s for sure, if I don’t make a plan and act. My “plan” for SLY (funny, I never realized the acronym for So Last Year was sly till I just wrote it out… this is instruction!) is what I have to hand, and I can do it as a stealth project. I don’t have to tell anybody that I’m publishing these posts, doing any of this at all. That way, it’s a soft opening, which may be just fine.