It’s Hugh, your favorite ADHD ridden chaos Muppet, and this is my weekly newsletter called The Hughsletter, because of course it is. And today is, in the Christian tradition, Good Friday, preceding Easter this Sunday. So, Happy Easter to my people who celebrate.
I said last week that I had thinking to do about rhythm and frequency and sustainability, and I did a lot of it – I have some ideas, but I don’t want to rush in half-cocked, which is my M.O. So, hang on, friends.
I’ll be on the road again this weekend (third weekend in a row I haven’t been home) because the Hollowell’s have a family reunion every Easter Sunday in my hometown, and for more than a decade I was unable to attend.
I’m happy things are opening back up some, and happy for lower case counts, but as I said in this post last week, I feel like my people muscles have atrophied, so meetings are more expensive, in terms of energy, than they once were. But I’m trying.
As Tennyson said,
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Here’s what I wrote this week
It was a short one because I took both Friday and Monday off.
Children and Ancestors: Jonas Salk said our biggest responsibility is to be a better ancestor.
Someone To Call: Two stories, 10 years apart. We all need to have someone to call.
Shame Spirals: One manifestation of ADHD that is hard to explain to people that don’t have our kind of brain is shame.
Some things I thought were interesting:
Algospeak: A real concern is the way social media algorithms suppress speech, in either the name of civility or user experience. For example, I use some form of this when I post links to content off Facebook in the comments, instead of in the post itself.
Related is this story about how small businesses that rely on Instagram are watching their business fail when the algorithm changes.
Glimmers: They are the opposite of triggers and were sort of what I was talking about in this post, even if I didn’t have the name for it.
I can sit and watch this poppy open all day.
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