Everybody wants to be famous. Everyone wants to do something epic. But maybe fame isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. In fact, I have good reason to believe that it’s not.
An archived post of mine recently caught some traction and went viral the other weekend. It’s causing me to rethink why I do what I do and the pointlessness of chasing an audience.
Some weeks, my desktop is a disaster. Full of papers and files and sticky notes with half-baked ideas, I am your typical creative. Disorganized and disheveled, I proudly chalk it up to the artist in me.
But if I am honest, this is embarrassing, not to mention unproductive.
Clutter is not my friend; it is my enemy. Clutter is procrastination. It is the Resistance — a subtle form of stalling and self-sabotage. And it keeps me (and you) from creating stuff that matters.