It gets tougher and tougher to be “popular” (as opposed to good), considering you represent some of the least desirable demographics for social media, persist in writing about non-FOMO topics like beekeeping and the correct spelling of long dead Indian tribes dispatched from the East coast, and refuse to follow Medium’s recommendations to write at the sixth grade level.
Like Motzart after age three, and Paul McCartney after “Yesterday,” I fear I may never surpass my quasi-pseudo-Buddhist exploration of the internal and external validations with which all writers grapple. It is relevant for every person on Medium and yet it trails the monotonous output of tech bros, plaigaristic self-help gurus and content marketers by a factor of thousands.
P.S.: Glad to see you came back. Who else would read my rants about the Celtics?