These last couple days, I’ve had my finger over the publish button of a post that announces that I’m taking the rest of the year off to celebrate the underachiever side of my personality for the holidays.
(Certain readers worry about me when they don’t hear from me every day. It’s a precaution I must take to ensure no search party is sent out to scour the city.)
I really want to press publish on it and sink back into a Christmas cookie induced hibernation period for a week or two.
But I just… Can’t.
I love doing this. I love sharing my words with you.
It’s a privilege, really — a gift — to be able to jump on my computer and write a message to both friends and strangers around the world about things that are matterful to me.
As much ‘work’ as this is, I don’t — I can’t — see it as ‘that’ kind of work.
May we take a moment to realize what a privilege (not a right) this thing called the internet is. And may we use it well and use it for good while we can.
So many of us take this gift for granted. When I was a wee lad (sorry, slipped into an Irish brogue there for some reason), people couldn’t do what I’m doing right now for less than a few grand.
Yet here I am in my jammies doing it for next to nothing.
And for that, I’m grateful.
For you, I’m grateful.
Thanks for being on the other end of this. I hope this little exchange we have going here is as much of a gift for you as it is for me.
Maybe I’ll publish that thing in a day or two.