I have a frequently-used hashtag – #TheSimpleThings.
Capital ‘t’, capital ‘s’, capital ‘t’.
An idea that guides what I do and how I do it … most of the time.
At work I want to know the what, why, how. In life I am trying to be more instinctive, less wedded to self-constructed rules based on social expectation. I am trying to understand, and be true to, what works best for me.
And The Simple Things include playing with words … writing.
But not just writing. Writing something of value
(def: value = impact)
The only trouble is – I don’t know what to write about.
There are too many words in the word – spoken and written – that offer no value. That are thrown, like salt, into an already over-salted soup killing the nuance, the sweetness.
And I don’t want to add to the existing cacophony; I don’t want to add to a recipe collection, or reminisce previous travel, or review the ideas of others …
So what ‘value’ to provide … what value can be plated up and served for impact?
… so no writing. Until I’ve found something ‘worthy’ to write about.
But ‘not writing’ doesn’t mean that my brain has switched off to the idea of writing. As instinctive as the flight/fight response, it identifies potential subject matter and discards the same within moments.
Searching for value without finding any.