My Conspicuous SubStack Silence
I first started this SubStack earlier this year as a vehicle by which to vent my thoughts on not only politics, as I do somewhat through the Lions of Liberty podcast, but on many other life interests that I typically don’t get into in that forum. Since then I had wavered between the idea of “forcing myself to write often” to “only writing when I feel I have something important to say.”
By either metric I have certainly failed in that over the last few months, as my last post was on June 23, featuring my brief tribute to the recently departed Mr. John McAfee.
I clearly didn’t “force myself to write often” by any metric, and it’s hard to believe I haven’t had anything “important” to say in over three months! The truth is, life has thrown me quite a few curveballs these last few months (curveballs I could see coming as I’ve studied the pitchers for oh, 18 months or so), but curveballs nonetheless.
Don’t have any concern for me - change is often both beneficial and necessary, and sometimes external forces (call it “The Universe” if you like) come along and help push you towards where you need to be. All if well and my family and I are happy and healthy. But the hectic nature of things did pull me away from the focus required to sit down and share my thoughts.
Did anyone even care to hear my thoughts? This is an internal thought that creeps up from time to time, even after over 8 years of podcasting, millions of downloads, and hundreds of paid subscribers to Lions of Liberty and the Second Print Comics podcast. The market has spoken in many ways and yet I still have that doubting voice that inevitably creeps in, that old “imposter syndrome” that I discussed in my post “The 5 Stages of Podcasting.”
But a funny thing happened over those 3 months of Substack silence - I kept getting new subscribers. I don’t know if they saw the link in my Twitter bio and just clicked it or came upon an old post somehow, but I kept getting little taps on the shoulder telling me “hey, remember this whole thing?”
Last night at about 3 am while dealing with a touch of insomnia I decided to turn this ship around and re-focus myself on writing. I’m currently in a new physical location for the time being, with a lot more time available to focus on myself and on the various projects and skills that I’ve either been working on or intended to work on.
All I have for you right now is the new name: Metanoia.
This came to me almost like a vision - as this odd word I had never even encountered before popped right out at me as I searched for synonyms for “transformation” and “journey.”
There are several definitions out there, but this the one the stuck out to me:
This describes well the metaphysical journey I’ve been on for the past two years or so, beginning sometime prior to the COVID hysteria taking hold. Add in the fact that it rhymes with “paranoia” and it just seemed to perfect of a fit for this longtime X-Files fan and conspiracy theory dabbler.
I’ll dive more into this term and why it felt like such a perfect fit for what I’m trying to do in future posts, but just popping in now to tell you that I’m here, and if you are here too then, welcome to my journey. I want to know more about yours as well.
I don’t know how personal I will get in this forum, but I can say I will likely get much more personal in private posts for paid subscribers only. I will try to keep the vast majority of my posts public, but there are certain topics and goings on in my life that I can’t fully go into right now in public, but I may do so if I can protect the content in some way.
That’s it! See ya later!