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Is Humanity Your Gig?

On October 24, 2011, Chuck Wendig tweeted:

In 2012, I changed the thought from fuck to muck (I’m not quite as adept at cursing as Chuck) and made a Wheel of Unmuckery for the workplace. As in this cash reconcile ain’t gonna unmuck itself. This lawsuit ain’t gonna unmuck itself. This department ain’t gonna unmuck itself. It’s true of story and it’s true of corporate work and it’s true of life.

It’s especially true of this moment in time. The world, the country, the pandemic – none will unmuck themselves.

What does that mean? We humans must do something.

What does it mean when we are under stay-at-home/safer-at-home/lockdown orders? We humans must do something.

Sit down and write a list of things we must do. We must physically distance ourselves from others outside our immediate people. We must wash our hands, which, I mean, I thought we might already have been doing but apparently not. We must listen to experts, a thing we are very out of practice doing in this country. We must heed the experts, a thing many of us have proudly flouted in the past. We must watch the government’s actions rather than listening to the roar of the voices.

There are things to do but the big thing to do is to withhold from doing things. Refraining from doing some things helps unmuck the pandemic. By letting essential workers do their work. By clearing space for those essential workers. By stopping the spread of Covid-19. By stopping the misuse of personal protective equipment. That’s a lot of help simply by not doing. Dive into the not doing.

To borrow from Chuck, humanity is really your gig when you have a pandemic and you say, “You know what? This pandemic ain’t gonna unfuck itself.” And you dive back in.

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To blogs!

When I left social media at the beginning of December, the reasons were several. I refocused on this blog for more reasons, and Chuck Wendig brilliantly stacked them up for us all: Old Man Blogs at Cloud.

This is my space, and sometimes it doesn’t feel very social. It feels quite one-way. And yet it feels free. Free from the drama of social spaces. Free from the distraction of so many voices muddling my own, internally.

Thank you, Mr. Wendig, for communicating the reasons for this old fashioned medium. And thank you for reading.

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