Dropped Balls
Balls inevitably drop.
This past week, has been a struggle managing distractions.
I have a choice every day to either:
Engage and knowledgeable
or put my head in the proverbial sand
I end up doing a little of both, and I won’t even deign to say I do it well or well enough.
Each new day brings with it new horrors and frustrations as innocents get pummelled by ideologies. We seem to be living a nightmare of economic instability, and our futures are unclear.
What is very frustrating is how silent the influencers I have been loyally following for years have been. I had expected them to be a voice for their followers who struggle, especially now, with existential and around-the-corner threats to our way of life. But nothing. Nada. With so much noise distracting right now, I now consider their messages frivolous.
So, I’ve say goodbye to Mel Robbins and Marie Forleo for now. They have been ousted from my podcast feeds and my inbox. I only want voices that will lift me up and inspire positive efforts to push back against tyranny.
As a graphic designer for over 29 years and in an attempt to build a product-based business, I question everything. What path will provide the best resilient result?
Regardless, I am in deep on a very overdue deadline… so perhaps the best I can do is doing what matters the most.
