On Monday night, a young man who calls himself an “unsigned artist” on Clubhouse was in a room (similar to a chat) with me and 250 others.
The topic was speaking with confidence.
The man raised his hand, asking for feedback on a poem about the ruthless streets and people he’s known all his life.
Clubhouse is an audio-only app, so everyone in the room could only hear this man’s voice.
A deep baritone enveloped with the thickness of the streets.
His avatar was a logo; we had no idea what he looked like.
We went merely by the sound of his voice, his mumbled words, his quick cadence.
It was nearly impossible to understand his words.
He raced awkwardly through his poem and asked for feedback.
He apologized for sounding “so ghetto."
One of the moderators on stage with me asked him respectfully to slow down, enunciate and recite the poem again.
The feedback came in heaps of praise and love for this young man who...
“Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week.”—Spanish Proverb
Much has been written about time and procrastination.
We often don’t realize how precious time is until faced with a crisis, usually related to our health or mortality.
Clearly, 2020 has been a cruel teacher.
Still, long before the pandemic, most people spent obscene amounts of time watching mindless reality shows and complaining about something..anything.
We dwell on our past mistakes.
We worry about future problems that likely will never come to pass.
We read books on time management and productivity.
We fool ourselves.
And here we are on the brink of 2021 keenly aware of our precious time.
Social media is packed with posts and stories assessing the past 12 months.