A voyeur’s window into the current internal dialogue of The Michaels:
All me to me, in no particular reason or rhythm, in real time:
Am I really about to do this?
Im not ready
Im not enough
They won’t trust or support me
I’ve made too many mistakes in the past
Im not the right face for this
Im not meant for public-facing work
I don’t have the level of skill that others have
Australia is too small a market
…it’s too conservative and stuck in its ways
The work is too complex, and Im not a good enough communicator to simplify it
I can’t face public speaking
My stomach’s in a knot just typing this
I’ve disrupted the market too much and have many haters who I’ve exposed for their regen washing and lack of integrity in the past… and will do it again
My supporters are all busy at best or burnt out at worst
Who do I think I am even attempting this
It’s not my field of expertise
I don’t have the work history to prove it at scale, even with the wins I’ve had to date
I’m just not ready
Im just not enough…
-Phone rings-
Hey, yeah it’s Michael…
Yes I’m ready
Yes I will
Yes looking forward to it as well
Speak soon…
-Phone call ends-
Need to throw up… why did I eat those oats before the call?
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(paces room)
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Too late now mate it’s done…
Buy the ticket, take the ride…
Ok ramblers… let’s get rambling…
End Internal Dialog
Next Steps…
Massive evolution to frame and drop by Monday
I need to go brush my teeth, I just threw up in my mouth a bit, and there’s nothing worse than recycled oats
Don’t lie
This is code