Living each day much muchier
My Kickstarter reward arrived in the post yesterday. Sitting neatly on the steps leading up to my apartment, was a parcel (thanks to whoever accepted it from the postie) containing a book, T-shirt and the invisible but tangible thrill of helping someone realise their desire. Lisa Shearon, aka The Notorious MUM, wrote a novel and through the power of crowdsourcing, sent out a real, proper, published book with that new page smell. I helped someone achieve victory and that feels amazing.
I love her message in the opening pages. I love that the book wasn’t written for the world. It was written with love for the people in her world.
I’m pretty sure the reason why I’ve blogged (semi) consistently for a decade now is because I never aimed to be a ‘blogger’. I don’t write for clicks and shares and advertising. I may not be an ‘influencer’ but I feel privileged when friends say my courage inspires them to make braver choices. I don’t write for the world, but for me and the people in my world.
I’m pretty sure a key reason I finished writing a novel last Christmas is because I aimed to just pop it up on kindle for a couple of dollars. The labour was for the challenge and delight, not potential or label. Ever since I paid for a professional manuscript assessment and promised to submit it formally, I’ve been creatively paralysed and I’ve hardly touched the work of the exciting next version I already know it can be.
In aiming big, we forget the influence we have over the immediate. In a 24/7, online, internationally-integrated world already drowning in voices and ambition, maybe aiming small is not a productivity sin after all. Maybe, it’s just sharing with those who mean the most.
“Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit.”
Hosea Ballou, 1771