Is this going to be forever?

I’m talking a lot about my struggle. My emotions. My fucking feelings.

It won’t be forever, no. I do plan to get back to writing more about ideas and marketing and influence, and well, writing… back to teaching and “helping” and “delivering value.”

Back to doing the things I need to do to “attract clients” and make money and all that shit.

I don’t give enough of a fuck right now. I’m not as obsessed as I once was. I want to be obsessed again.

I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to get there. As long as it takes, I suppose.

I’m working with what I got. I’m writing because it’s the only way I know how to think. And I’m publishing because it forces me to clarify my thoughts.

When I just write to write, and I don’t take the time to turn it into something that someone else might be able to understand — or find entertaining — or mildly interesting — I don’t like how I feel when I’m done.

It doesn’t turn me on.

Maybe I should talk to my therapist about that. Maybe I will.

I know that a lot of people signed up for this list because they liked the marketing advice and other shit I used to post on instagram.

And I know a lot of people signed up because they’re fascinated with this character I’ve been presenting. They want to know what’s going to happen next.

And I have no fucking idea why some people signed up. I imagine they don’t either. Which, in a strange way, is pretty damn cool.

(If you know why you’re here, I’m super curious to hear. Click reply or leave a comment or whatever. Do you even know?)

So, if you’re wondering “when the fuck is this guy going to give me something I can use?”

The answer is “I don’t know.”

But maybe I already am. Maybe your audience would appreciate if you just told them what was going on with you. Maybe they’re bored with your advice. (they are)