I have a story I've been saving. I caught myself saving it.
I was telling myself I was being thoughtful about the timing. I was really treating it like inventory. Waiting for a bigger audience to make it worth telling.
The story doesn't get more true with more followers. It just gets more performed.
I'm afraid to waste it. Not because I'm afraid to say it. Because I'm afraid it's the only thing of value I have to say.
And what's scarier than scarcity dictating my stupid newsletter schedule is what else it's running.
Scarcity kept me in a job I shouldn't have stayed in for years. It stole a decade of my life.