A mental note is made to contact your ISP as your page loads painfully slow. Maybe you should upgrade to another Godzillion Mbps.
THE PAGE IS HERE. Oh, glorious day.
Your fingers set upon the keys like Columbus departing the dock on a chartered voyage. The next few minutes go something like this:
type type type <backspace backspace>
<pet Small Dog>
type type <stare>
<expletive of choice>
<backspace backspace backspace backspace backspace backspace backspace>
<extract Diet Pepsi from fridge>
<respond to 9 status updates on Facebook>
<fuckery on Twitter>
<stare at screen>
Your head is swimming with thoughts and you have absolutely. Nothing. To say.
Everyone else has something to say — your inbox is full of pithy lists and business bitching.
Folks are lining up to respond to the latest question posted by some asshat in the LinkedIn group you’re (for some reason) still a member of — there are already 32 responses and you can’t seem to write 25 (fucking) words that stick together.
Your brain is a jumble of magnetic letters strewn on a fridge and your Small Dog is licking the letter T.
Today, just know that I know how you feel.
On Monday, I have a post coming that’s taken me 40 years to write.
It ain’t gonna be pretty — but it will be honest.
Some of you might hit unsubscribe — which is completely understandable.
But you might find something in it all that can help your brand. Your business. Maybe even your heart.
It’s called “Somewhat Broken, Completely Fixed.” And thanks for being the reason I wrote it.