This Post is Sh*t

2025 has arrived, and here are a few things that means: 1) my son will be a quarter century old this year, 2) people can drink who weren’t even born when 9/11 happened, 3) anyone who remembers Y2K is old, and (hold onto something for this one) 4) 1985 is as far in the past as the end of WWII was in 1985. That one sends a chill down my spine and makes me think I should be decorating my house with pink-flowered wallpaper borders and porcelain dolls. Christ. 

But enough of the Old Person Talk. I have a confession to make. Do you know why it’s been two months since that first post? Can you guess? The gremlins of Insecurity, Imposter Syndrome, Who-the-hell-am-I-to-have-anything-important-to-say, and Nobody-cares-even-if-I-do have been haunting me. I’ve started a half dozen posts, only to stop halfway through, finding them unworthy to see the light of day. I built up in my mind this idea that I had to write something brilliant, something groundbreaking, something that could be called Art. 

Oh, get over yourself!

And so I did. And so I’m posting a shit post. I have nothing important to say, nothing groundbreaking, and certainly nothing that could be called Art. But as someone smarter than me once said, if you want to make good art, you first have to make shit art. So welcome! So glad you’re here to share in my journey through shit art toward who-knows-what. But seriously, thank you for being here. If you’ve read this far, you are a far better person than me. 

In my first post, I said that I wanted this space to be a place of community, and I meant it. This isn’t a place for me to just ramble into the void. I really want and hope that you will comment and contribute to the conversation. 

So, I want to know— what are you thinking about, as we enter the quarter-century? What are you working on? Struggling with? Starting? Stopping? Have you ever been plagued by my same gremlins? Do tell. If you do, I promise my next post will be just a hair better than this one. ;-)