I’ve already written a few blog posts around this topic (here with the most context, here, here, here, here in an interview which many have listened to, and here) but I haven’t ever taken the topic full-on and I’ve never really wanted to.
It wasn’t until late last night as I was reading the incredibly sad and tragic news of a few entrepreneurs who had committed suicide in Las Vegas and the fact that I have had some incredibly intense 1-on-1 conversations with an old friend recently who also attempted suicide that I felt compelled to share a bit more of my story.
My intention is two-fold, the first being an opportunity for myself to encounter this subject directly for the first time in a long time (this is why I write to begin with) and second to encourage others to seek the help that they need early (today?!) rather than when it is too late.
A few times a month I’ll engage in a few professional coaching sessions and I absolutely love the time that I get to spend with these individuals as it’s raw, intense, and very unfiltered.
In a way, I get to provide completely unedited and unabridged perspective for someone who’s ready and willing to receive it. It’s a nice molotov cocktail of humility and passion for both parties as I get to encourage and excite someone into action and they get to come ready to do work and share with me what they’ve always wanted to do.
I’m somewhat obsessed about backpacks. Even as a child I would obsess about them and stand there in the store aisle toying with them, trying them on, walking around the store with them as I attempted to find the perfect one for the coming school year.
I can remember my mother yelling “Hurry up!” as I painstakingly compared and contrasted my options. There were just too many points to compare, too many weights and balances to experience and try, and never enough color choices (although I really like black).
I attempt to spend time with every single Academy cohort @ The Iron Yard so that I might pour into them as much as I possibly can so that they can have the most success when they leave the program.
I have a few presentations that I give covering blogging, personal branding, product development, entrepreneurship, and pitching for Demo Day. These talks are some of the best part of my job even though it often requires a bit of travel.
It’s been almost 4 months since I’ve turned off comments on this blog and although the intent was to originally move some of those conversations to Twitter I quickly adjusted my implementation to neither encourage nor explicitly direct people to comment there.
Social sharing. Yey.
I just removed them entirely and kept some of the social sharing links at the bottom. Boring, I know, but apparently that’s where I’m headed anyways.
And it has been entirely worth it.
Fame is an interesting thing. Being “internet famous” is even more weird. Stories like Phil Fish scare the shit out of me. Literally. A large dose of anxiety is attacking me as I type these very words.
I used to be somewhat “subculturally important” at one point in my life. I am no longer important in that particular context or culture; I am no longer “famous” or on the fringe of being “famous”.
In fact, the people that used to care about my opinion in that subculture no longer care – they’ve entirely moved on.
via Dr. Tracy Alloway, professor at the University of North Florida:
Every narcissist needs a reflecting pool. Just as Narcissus gazed into the pool to admire his beauty, social networking sites, like Facebook, have become our modern-day pool.
How do you react to this? How do you react typically when you see a selfie posted in your own social network?