Why is it so hard to write a newsletter?
Welcome to my new space. I am really glad you're here and I am flattered that you are taking the time to read this... and this... and this, and tHiS.
Finding myself having a platform where I have total control of direction, content, images, and time management is, to say the least, intimidating. Earlier today when I was attempting to write this newsletter after a couple hours of banging my head against the keyboard, getting distracted with text messages from my sister-in-law and posting silly videos where I ask friends if I should write my newsletter or continue feeding my dog popcorn, I realized that this is overwhelming, and popcorn gives my dog gas.
But seriously, get me face to face with someone and I can strike up a conversation on any topic. I still hold the record for longest conversation ever had with my dad. Now, I know what you are thinking, “come on, your own father. How is that an achievement?” This is the man that had a stand off with a rock and the rock cracked, grew lips, and muttered defeatedly “how ‘bout this weather we’re haven?” The typical conversation with him can last 15 minutes at the most, but only if you know enough about pre-suspension revolution vintage Spanish motorcycles. But for the rest of us mere mortals conversations will last up to 4.6 minutes (which was my previous record).
Now you’re probably wondering, “then where do you get your chatty disposition?” That award belongs to my mother. This woman once mistook a sequoia cactus for a prickly distant relative and she talked this cacti’s ear off. Have you ever seen a sequoia with an ear? Exactly. That is the work of my mother - an artist.
If being a conversationalist was a profession, I would be selling-out get-rich-quick seminars from thee easy payments of your life savings. I can walk into a room of complete strangers and leave with eight new contacts in my phone, brunch plans for the following day, and invitation to a wedding. I like talking about both significant and insignificant things alike. When you were a kid, what was your favorite type of sprinkler?
So, why is it so flipping hard for me to have a conversation with my keyboard? Maybe because it doesn’t reciprocate. Or maybe it just didn’t love me enough as a child. PAY ATTENTION TO ME.
I guess what I am trying to say is: Yes! There is so much to do and a very strange time in which to be doing it. But despite this daunting task before me, I feel fortunate to have the love and support of so many (they’re the ones who read the word "this" until it didn't look like a word).
So finally finished my newsletter and it said two simple things, and it applies to you too:
2) Thank you for your support!