Fuck it, it's Friday

The spell has been broken

It’s been nearly a month since I wrote something on here¹. I hate it when I don’t write here. The longer it goes, the worse I feel. (That’s what she said.) The withdrawal effects are intense, which means that writing here is one of the three things I am hopelessly addicted to².

To be fair to myself, I have been travelling³. For two weeks, we roamed in a cold, lesser-known island up north where Idris Elba and boorish football fans live.

The trip gave good fodder to break the writing dry spell, but the words have stretched boundlessly. As someone who was always good at using a lot of words to explain a whole lot of nothing, I’m only about halfway through deconstructing the trip in all it's gory detail. It’s not even chronological or structured, so I can't publish it yet.

This will emerge in the coming weeks. Hold your breaths.

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The main reason word generation has been low in this liminal space is that I've started to fill my time with things that pay me (gasp!). As a freelancer, things seemed to have fallen into place this year, and I have committed to working for pay.

This has shrunk the time, space, and mental foolishness needed to feel the vibe of Could be Worse. The dark lord of paid work has been sucking on my brain juice leaving me just a husk.

Here’s a graph to help explain

So, here we are.

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The problem with leaving a big gap between posts is the self-inflicted inflation of expectations. If I publish something every week, it can be silly. But if I am publishing something after a month-long gap, it better kick you in the gonads or cure depression.

Etcetera.

This is not a sustainable position, of course.

Anyway, there I was twiddling my thumbs, and feeling angsty about not posting here, when I thought:

Fuck it, it’s Friday

~Tyag

I was taking this newsletter way too seriously. This was a Friday, and I had better publish something.

So I did the equivalent of jumping out of a plane without a parachute (for me) - write and publish directly in one shot.

And so here it is.

• Spell broken with a meaninglessly terrible post.

• Newsletter not taken seriously.

• My birthday month began with the right level of earnest nonsense.

Happy Friday, all!

Could be Worse,

Tyag

Post-credits thoughts:

• 33.33% of this year is already over.

• Is there something you’ve taken so seriously that you’ve put off for a while? Take this as a cue and do it. Crappily.

1. To the exact date!

2. The other thing is coffee, and I’ll leave the third thing unsaid for some unnecessary mystery.

3. It’s a word I use these days to describe a period of time that begins with the phrase “Why do I feel so tired when we’re just starting a trip?” and ends with the words “Glad to be back home and sleep in my bed.”