this week only

for your consideration.

How many ideas do you come up with over the course of three years? How many do you share? What happens to the detritus? This month, the foolsletter is three years old. I’ve ben digging through the drafts folder to see what kinds of posts are worth resurrecting.

Some of the things there are things that make me nervous, or are things that I haven’t wanted to wrestle with in writing.

Actually?

My drafts folder is overflowing with things that make me nervous, or ideas that needed a bit of shaping before sharing.

Given that this February has been dedicated to the archives, I’m thrilled to see that this is the month that I’m facing things that I dread.

Dreadbuary?

Sounds like some sort of Rast challenge.

Perhaps the month needs another name.

Gagbuary?

That just sounds unpleasant and weird.

I might as well call it “Moistbuary” in order to make the month extra-awkward.

Sigh.

This is how easily I distract myself from the things I really don’t want to do.

What is something you really don’t want to do o…