Why I’m Never Going to Succeed
Not on Medium, not in “real life”

Because I can’t be bothered.
Every so often when I’ve finished a piece I’m especially attached to, one that I feel is going to sing out in many tongues, I wonder if this is the one that’s going to go viral. It doesn’t. None of them do.
Now, yes, I could go back through my work and pull together one of those always popular “How to….” pieces. Except for the fact that I don’t know how to earn $12,000 a month on Medium or how to gain fifty new followers a day or how to leverage an email list into a passive income-generating miracle or how to deploy the most devastating keyword phrase. I probably don’t know these things because I don’t read the multitude of articles online by people who do know how to make water into wine. I’ve tried but generally give up because they bore the bejesus out of me.
I can’t be bothered (see above).
I’m not interested in developing a niche for myself. Too limiting. Now that I’ve finally found a place where I can just write whatever the hell I feel like writing and, for the most part, get a few like-minded nutcases to read my work, I’m pretty happy.
Being pretty happy seems to be a great way to block “success”. I’m not driven; I’m not hungry; I’m not passionate. And, as I’ve said before, I’m lazy.
I am curious, though, and a lot of my fellow travelers here in the electronic word world have some really interesting things to share. I’m looking at you, James Finn, Vanessa Torre, Joel Eisenberg, William Spivey, Anna Rozwadowska, Natalie Frank, Toni Tails, Helen Cassidy Page, Jeremy Helligar, aleXander hirka, Roz Warren, F. R. Foksal, Xandra J., Feminista Jones, Estacious(Charles White), Shamontiel L. Vaughn, Elle Beau, Heath ዟ, Sherry McGuinn, Tinu Abayomi-Paul, Keith R. Higgons, Meghan Daum, Juliette Roanoke, Matthew J. Dolezal, Nicole Bedford, AJ Britt, Shelly McIntosh, and about five hundred others. At least.
I’ve never felt drawn to the customary things we’re supposed to strive for. I’m only married because the accountant told us to.
Otherwise, we’d just be another couple of old hippies making ends meet any way we can.
I never wanted to own a house. It’s always seemed to me that property owns you not the other way around. Career? What’s that? I’m deeply grateful to live in a city where I don’t need a car because I don’t want a car. I’d hate to live where I have to drive wherever I want to go. Kids? Why? So many of the trappings of “success” in this part of the world are meaningless to me and always have been.
Would I be doing cartwheels if any of my work did go viral? Oh HELL yes! But I never start a piece with that as my destination. Same thing with curation. I do the Snoopy Happy Dance all around the living room (startling the cat) every time one of my pieces gets curated. This one got a double curation!
But I have yet to see any of my curated pieces really catch fire. Let’s face it, I’m just not a Medium blazing superstar. Because (all together now) I can’t be bothered.
What I am is another writer who shows up every day to dig in the mine of my life and take a closer look at all this stuff. I work next to all of you and when I take a break, I examine the stuff you’re mining because it’s powerful and really fun to read.
So, let’s keep at it, shall we? I will if you will!
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