The Good News
After a few weeks of research, I finally figured out a mechanism for writers to give and get tangible support to and from each other. Throughout the process, I remained determined to keep the process dirt easy, from the user’s perspective. That required pushing up my mental sleeves, and rolling around in the muck of Tech Land. All went well, until I hit the last step.
Yes, I unleashed a stream of spontaneously created multi-syllable cuss words for the occasion.
Ignorance truly is bliss. I shoulda/woulda/coulda known venturing into new-to-me tech would punch me silly. And, when the specific tech platform is itself new, I’d catch heck trying to work my way out of potholes. The scenario triggered memories of a certain Richard Pryor quote:
I THOUGHT I fell into Richard’s “most people” declaration. Tech, combined with inner critic Poindexter, sang a distinctly different tune. But hey, two can play at that songs vibe!
✦︎ I can hide, tossing up an article and acting like I made no promise last week.
✦︎ I can choose to dance around a problem only I know at the moment, playing hit & run with the facts.
✦︎ I can put my ego in my back pocket, walk out publicly with shoulders squared, and convey the truth.
Witness my compromise → peeking ’round the public corner, and easing out gingerly, with an upfront attitude about the entire debacle.
How? As always, music gets me through. Until I pull this together—and make no mistake, I will—I’m hammerin’ my resolve with dueling musical empowerment stories.
First, I dance out my frustrations, restoring my inner smiles.
Next, I adopt a mandatory mantra: 🎵 2 legit, 2 legit to quit. 🎵
Finally, I replenish my coffee, return to my seat at my work station, focus 🤔, and—quite simply—try again.