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Erica Bryan's avatar

wow Tara, I was reading these words - and even though we’re in such different stages of life and geographical locations - I felt like you were speaking words from my own mind. Like a resonance across this weird inter web. Articulating thoughts about less less less. Lately I can extract so much from such little stimulus. And the big stimulus just makes static in my brain that goes clanking on and takes a while to process. I’m feeling more and more sensitive in the world as it’s speeding up. And just wanting less but feeling more. Knowing less and being comfortable in the nuance and mystery. And how every ‘convenience’ or ‘entertainment’ feels like a ‘free exchange’ but really it costs me in what I miss in the present moment and subtleties. I love coming to your page and reading about your inner world, your ability to notice the beauty and nuance, and feeling that sense of community, like I’m not alone in my feelings and thoughts

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Like Amber, I too created something and was encouraged to market and sell it, and had a business school friend of mine tell me what steps I needed to take. During the meeting, I just kept thinking, I don't want to do all that, I don't want to get big enough to sell it to someone else - I just want to gift it to people, can I get paid to do that? Yes! But the payment will not be made in money. It's not to disparage those who have built businesses from the ground up and made a living otherwise unattainable to them, just a recognition of the fact that that's not for me.

My dad is a wonderful singer. I was always proud to stand next to him in church because he sang the hymns in tune, confidently, resonantly. He was asked constantly to join the choir with comments like "we need a voice like yours in the choir!" Younger me always encouraged him. He always politely declined, claiming that there is a need for strong voices in the congregation. Lately I've been reflecting, with similar sentiments as you articulate, Tara, that it doesn't matter whether he's singing from his seat or at the front of the church. He's still singing. Wearing the choir robe won't reward his singing with any more joy than he already has.

Because there's a performative aspect to it, isn't there? I read somewhere that, when it comes down to it, the only reason people post on social media is for attention - good, bad, and ugly. And these days, though I've been feeling pulled towards writing, that observation gives me pause every time I feel compelled to share something. What kind of attention do I want? (Mostly, none) Who is going to take my words and twist them or try to make an AI replication of my writing style, indistinguishable from my own, and rob me of my own voice? You could call it humility, but social media has already robbed me of my confidence that I have anything important to say. But when I write it on paper, in a letter to a friend or a sympathy card after a death, that writing is for me as much as it is for the recipient. It can't be (easily) quantified, analyzed, or transformed into a product that will "sell." It's a gift. And though you write for many, Tara, your writing has long felt like a gift to me. Like my dad, the older I get, the less compelled I feel to achieve something for the sake of it being the next step in the trajectory of performance/production/monetization. For me, remembering which kind of writing (or performing or creating or producing) feels most like a gift, is me singing joyfully from my seat in the congregation.

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