I run a community about telling the truth, and the truth is I disappeared from it.
I run a community about telling the truth, and the truth is I disappeared from it.
Not dramatically. Nothing happened. That’s almost the point. Client delivery happened. Salesforce projects happened. Operations, research, systems, file organization, work for other people’s organizations. All of it real, most of it good, and every hour of it billed to someone else’s future.
Here’s what those months actually looked like. I built validation frameworks, publishing plans, and governance pages for my own content, which sounds like writing but isn’t. Somewhere in there, the link to my own AI readiness scorecard broke, and it stayed broken for weeks before I noticed. Every visitor hit a 404. I get paid to find broken processes in other people’s orgs. My own front door was down and nobody was home to hear the knock.
Here’s what I’ve noticed about being the useful one. Nobody takes your time from you. You hand it over voluntarily, in ninety-minute increments, and each individual handoff is defensible. The client needed it. The deadline was real. The system had to ship. Then you look up and your own writing, your own community, your own name got whatever energy was left at the end, which rounds to zero.
I tell clients that an org nobody owns is a future incident. I apparently needed a few months to notice I was running my own presence the same way.
What I’m changing is small and specific. My own work goes on the calendar the way client work does, with a booked slot it can’t be bumped from. Writing here is part of that slot, starting today, weekly. I’m not promising daily posts or a content empire. I’m promising to be in the room.
The guilt is the strange part. Spending an hour on my own future still feels like stealing from someone. I don’t fully have that one figured out, so I won’t pretend to.
For the people here who are the reliable ones at work: what’s the project with your own name on it that keeps losing to everyone else’s deadlines?