“Harry was too busy handing out business cards to notice the pickaxe up his ass.” -Hugh MacLeod

Maybe because it’s almost the end of the year, but.
Sometimes it just hits you.
Everything you’re doing seems clunky, unwieldy, sticky almost.
Creativity isn’t flowing like it should… you know, whatever should means.
Little tasks become all-encompassing. Building a spreadsheet seems like you’re being asked to choreograph a broadway show. About rabbits and steamboats.
You haven’t had a spark in months.
Wait, what’s a spark?
Your thought-process resembles a 13-year-old in beat-up Chucks idly kicking a rock down an alley.
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Self-reflection before noon is never healthy.
I mention all this because my head became unstuck just this morning, upon turning to Hugh MacLeod’s archives in an attempt to pep my flatline.
I’ve mentioned before how much I respect how Hugh, but I just need to say it again.
He’s transformed himself into a brand in the cleanest, purest, most uncluttered, unclunky, un-unwieldy way possible.
Looking at what he’s created- a piece of his personality quietly branded into brilliance- inspires me every single day.
Someday, I’ll find the right rock to kick.


