There’s this publishing platform named Medium. It was started by the Twitter founder. I do have an account there but I can’t bring myself to write. Sometimes I go there and read, but I really shouldn’t for the simple reason it makes me lose whatever little self-confidence I might have had. I’m just not cool enough to write on Medium. One thing I’m really good at, is putting myself down, but I’m working on it … have been for a number of years otherwise I would not have a blogged at all.
The people there can write interesting stories, they’re young, they have jobs — preferably in the tech industry, seemingly successful [however you define that] … They’re everything I’m not, except successful … that I am, but perhaps not in the most common way of defining the word. I lead the best life anyone could ever dream of, it gives me all the time in the world to ponder these types of questions.
I just read somewhere in there, that if you were to write 1,000 words a day you would have written a book in three weeks. Well … I would have completed many books by now, combining everything I write every day. I have no aspirations of winning the Pulitzer prize … or trying to change the world for that matter. Instead I’ll just stay away from Medium, I’ll cancel their newsletters, keep my self-esteem up, quit reading things that only give me inferiority complex. Instead I’ll post a picture of my cat when he was really little 😀
This was taken, probably in 2005, while we were still living in Quebec and I had a very little camera. If I were to put him in the corresponding spot right now, he’d fill out the whole desk.