THE MONTHS OF ‘BER: Jeux Sans Frontières — Playing the Young Peoples’ Game

“Aiyyo, I’m slippin’, I’m fallin’, I can’t get up
Aiyyo, I’m slippin’, I’m fallin’, I can’t get up
Aiyyo, I’m slippin’, I’m fallin’, I gots to get up
Get back on my feet so I can tear **** up.”

— DMX, “Slippin'”, Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood (1998)

Sometimes you need to take a real honest look at yourself.

As 2014 ends, I’m sitting on a stack of ideas, my backpack a few notebooks deep weighing more than the weight of their pages — it’s the weight of their potential that holds me down.

I’m older now, feeling my way through a young person’s game. My bones creak, I don’t bounce back like I used to — a younger generation came into the blogosphere, leaving us 30-something bloggers feeling like yesterday’s news. They run Vine. They run YouTube. With so many channels I’ve never considered, seeing content go from 30-minute blog reads to 3-minutes YouTube videos — when Vines are seconds long but rack in millions of views, you know things done changed!

While I’m still loyal to the Twitter and Facebook audiences I’ve grown over time, these platforms are past their prime. Zach Bussey compared Twitter’s rise and fall to a zombie apocalypse, everyone’s Moms got themselves Facebook accounts — the end is nigh and content creators need to ask themselves some questions: what do they want to gain? Why do they still blog? Will they change to keep up with the times, or are there other things they should do with their time?

And that last question’s exactly what I’m trying to answer every day I’m on the grind.

The 2K11 24/7 CI: The Quest for Less Manifesto — 2 of 3: ORDERING

I know I took a quick detour for a bit there, with a couple of voice posts and my big list of 100 tips for the 100th post, but it’s time to get back on track.

It’s REALLY EASY to be a slob. Seriously. I could do it every day without effort. Looking around me right now, I see a bunch of scattered papers for a bunch of projects that I haven’t quite gotten around to doing yet; I know that there’s laundry that has yet to be folded over in the next room; and don’t even get me started on my bedroom — by the time I get in there every night, I’m too tired to give a care about keeping it in order. It just seems to be easier to just try and take care of one thing in life at a time and not worry about all the menial tasks of keeping things in order.

But is this the better way to live?