There’s something about the kinds of changes I’ve been through lately that make me feel as if I’m on an island.
I want to assure you that this isn’t some emo blog post about being lonely, and I’m pretty sure it won’t even contain a Lost reference.*
Back in about June, I had lunch with Anthony and we subsequently started spending time with an idea that became foodtree.
I have no clue as to whether any of my old colleagues are reading this, but I want to make sure it’s clear that that doesn’t mean I’d started checking out of the financial industry. Last Summer and this past Fall, I worked extremely hard to push my practice forward. I’ve always been a project guy, and 20 Something Bloggers is testament to that; I spend a lot of my free time getting involved in things.
Anyway, it’s almost impossible to illustrate how quickly things changed at the end of last year, and I think that’s partly because it was often in ways that made writing about it here inappropriate.
Hell, making any claim as to what might happen in the context of something like foodtree would have been (and still would be) outright irresponsible. We’re a startup, and every day’s a blessing even now.
As a blogger, though, I’ve spent a lot of my written words pushing for a few common endeavors within the community. One of them is transparency; I think blogging is at it’s best when we try to be concise and honest. The other is confidence; I think personal bloggers write themselves towards a voice that represents them, and the more they write the closer we all get to the good stuff.
Yet for months now I’ve left a lot out, and I’ve quite obviously written far less than at any point in recent memory. If you know me in person, I’ve probably complained about this more than once over a beer. The most uncomfortable thing I think I’ve dealt with through this process is censorship. Initiated by me, no less.
(The second most uncomfortable thing I’ve dealt with would be an overdrafted bank account. Sidenote.)
I feel as if I find myself on an island.
I feel that way because I can’t think of anyone in my life who could honestly answer this question:
“So…how the f*ck did you get where you are right now?”
Which makes for quite a lot of filling in, I suppose.
*Don’t get me started on Lost. Don’t get me started on being on the West Coast where things happen later, and Lost. Don’t get me started on Canada, and Lost.