A hundred and fifty years ago in technology years, I had a job that involved helping SMEs with marketing and branding. We focussed on digital solutions because they were a relatively inexpensive answer to what could be a giant money pit of a problem. It was so long ago that when we started, the thing most people came to us asking for was a website.
So grateful I found you – and second Lucy's note: glad you found your way back to writing. Your humour, walks, insights - all of it. You are uniquely you and I look forward to every bit you choose to share because many of those bits resonate... and it's lovely to share that feeling. we're not alone. And, you inspire - I enjoy the links and your observations, different perspectives. So, thank you for sharing it all. When you do, and how you do.
Powerful! This about finding one's song lines, exploring them, and about writing in general and Substack in particular, really resonates. Thank you for your investigations. My subscribers remain at a modest number (roused mostly by emails when I post), grow at a trickle, and not nearly as much through Substack as I was expecting (hoping?). I haven't "cracked it" somehow. Should I care, so to speak? You remind me, powerfully and beautifully, that it might be just fine....
beautiful. I know the feeling of not being able to write what your gut is screaming to put into words, well. It's like a forced constipation and one day I know I will explode with it all which will not be pretty.
I’m using Substack to explore the Songline of myself. I’m writing myself back to what matters to me. I become in the words that I write. I write myself to meet myself. ❤️✨
I don’t know how I found your Substack, but I love it and am so glad I did. You’re funny and honest and wise and - well, thank you! Also much good luck with your song lines quest.
I wish I could heart-emoji this a bazillion times! You have written so exactly the things I have been feeling but haven't found neither the words nor the courage to articulate so clearly. Probably 95% of it describes me and my experiences, from the parenting, the career, and the tank-filling (yesterday I was literally just thinking of my need to fill my tank and how it has to happen before I can feel ready to take on anything else.).
THIS. OMG THIS: "When I got sick of trying to sell space ships to businesses that had only just embraced the horse and cart but considered themselves top notch astronauts..." <facepalm>
I don't have the teenager yet but I have a strong-willed, sensitive near 8 year old who it practicing with gusto. And I've drawn the same conclusion that baby and toddler years are actually easier. They don't notice what I do or don't do as intensely as when they are older. When I screwed up (within reason), it was a lot less catastrophic than when I screw up now. And usually the "screwing up" comes without any logical set-up whatsoever, so the resulting angst flares and blindsides me and we all instantly spiral into fucked-if-I-do-fucked-if-I-dont-I'm-ruining-her-life-hysteria.
Thank you so much for writing this, and thank you @alexdombrenko for making me aware.
"I'm writing myself back to what matters to me." -- I am too. I do hope to earn a living from writing here. But right now the temptation of monetization and society's expectation that what you do isn't valuable if it doesn't bring in income only confuse and clutter what I want to put on the page. This post helps remind me that I can earn a living on Substack, that income can be my why, but only if I fill my tank and satisfy the why of being myself first.
Sod the stats. Keep writing your way home. Respect.
Thank you. x
So grateful I found you – and second Lucy's note: glad you found your way back to writing. Your humour, walks, insights - all of it. You are uniquely you and I look forward to every bit you choose to share because many of those bits resonate... and it's lovely to share that feeling. we're not alone. And, you inspire - I enjoy the links and your observations, different perspectives. So, thank you for sharing it all. When you do, and how you do.
Thank you. x
Powerful! This about finding one's song lines, exploring them, and about writing in general and Substack in particular, really resonates. Thank you for your investigations. My subscribers remain at a modest number (roused mostly by emails when I post), grow at a trickle, and not nearly as much through Substack as I was expecting (hoping?). I haven't "cracked it" somehow. Should I care, so to speak? You remind me, powerfully and beautifully, that it might be just fine....
I think it might. x
Yes to all of this! I love your Substack so much and I made mine just so I could write down all the stuff in my head before it explodes💗
Absolutely. Words before explosions! x
beautiful. I know the feeling of not being able to write what your gut is screaming to put into words, well. It's like a forced constipation and one day I know I will explode with it all which will not be pretty.
It is an explosive feeling, yes. x
Always be you. ❤️
I try. x
I’m using Substack to explore the Songline of myself. I’m writing myself back to what matters to me. I become in the words that I write. I write myself to meet myself. ❤️✨
xx
I don’t know how I found your Substack, but I love it and am so glad I did. You’re funny and honest and wise and - well, thank you! Also much good luck with your song lines quest.
Thank you. x
I’m glad you found your way back to writing x
me too.x
I love everything about you my dear friend, especially your long posts 🥰
Thanks, lady. xx
I wish I could heart-emoji this a bazillion times! You have written so exactly the things I have been feeling but haven't found neither the words nor the courage to articulate so clearly. Probably 95% of it describes me and my experiences, from the parenting, the career, and the tank-filling (yesterday I was literally just thinking of my need to fill my tank and how it has to happen before I can feel ready to take on anything else.).
THIS. OMG THIS: "When I got sick of trying to sell space ships to businesses that had only just embraced the horse and cart but considered themselves top notch astronauts..." <facepalm>
I don't have the teenager yet but I have a strong-willed, sensitive near 8 year old who it practicing with gusto. And I've drawn the same conclusion that baby and toddler years are actually easier. They don't notice what I do or don't do as intensely as when they are older. When I screwed up (within reason), it was a lot less catastrophic than when I screw up now. And usually the "screwing up" comes without any logical set-up whatsoever, so the resulting angst flares and blindsides me and we all instantly spiral into fucked-if-I-do-fucked-if-I-dont-I'm-ruining-her-life-hysteria.
Thank you so much for writing this, and thank you @alexdombrenko for making me aware.
"I'm writing myself back to what matters to me." -- I am too. I do hope to earn a living from writing here. But right now the temptation of monetization and society's expectation that what you do isn't valuable if it doesn't bring in income only confuse and clutter what I want to put on the page. This post helps remind me that I can earn a living on Substack, that income can be my why, but only if I fill my tank and satisfy the why of being myself first.
Thank you for such a thoughtful comment. I hope your tank is feeling more filled. x
Love this ❤️