Note: Day 15 of the #Trust30 initiative.
These #trust30 prompts are starting to all bleed together in an esoteric, self-involved mess. “If you could do one thing with the fraction of a second you have left in your life, how would you overcome your fear of it?”
It’s as if many of the prompts weren’t even read aloud, much less shared with anyone for feedback before posting. They’re messy, unclear, and don’t generally inspire a reaction. Instead, I scratch and scratch until I find something that may be of value to anyone, including myself.
But now, I’m about out of gas. Only my fear of breaking a public commitment keeps me from bailing on the whole project at this point. I realize that a lot of work probably went into organizing this initiative, and I admire that and the spirit behind it. But in execution, many of the prompts themselves are often uninspired, even trite.
Yesterday’s “do the work” prompt had extraordinary potential. Instead, it was a mess.
Here’s what’s in the book, from the same passage as yesterday’s prompt:
“We look for ourselves in many places—meditation retreats, personality assessments, Twitter rankings. But the best place to find the reason why we were put on earth is a private moment immersed in our craft. In that sacred instant, we see without a reasonable doubt that we were made to create, and contribute.” -Pamela Slim
Wow, what an awesome thought that is! Where am I looking for validation and definition that isn’t going to bring me the reward I seek? What can I do today to participate in the act of creation and contribution?
Instead, it’s “What have I always wanted to do?”
I don’t know, man. I haven’t always wanted to do anything. I’m sort of figuring it out as I go along.
But the other question! Where am I looking for myself?
While I don’t believe Twitter is a total waste of time, I do think that indulging myself in associating personal value with a follower count is dangerously counterproductive, and distracts from the things that do generate true happiness and satisfaction. Yet I still catch myself indulging in each “new follower” email, confident that my existence is validated by yet another person. Or spam robot. Or corporation.
I’ve got to vacuum that out and replace it with the true sense of value that comes with creation.
What can I do today to participate in the act of creation? Well, daily writing seems to work, as does coding each day and building things that people will actually use.
I noted today that the best days are the ones where I look back and realize I was too engrossed in my work to check Twitter. Today was one of those days, and I can’t wait to have more of them.
Here’s hoping the prompts improve, and inspire me not only to write angry tirades, but to actually do something with my life.