An accomplished colleague sent me a pointed email recently. This is safe to share here because I know, with a certainty so deep it rivals the ocean, that there lives within them not even the most infinitesimal interest in me required to ever stumble upon this piece.
It’s a comfort, in a way, to have someone see you not as a dedicated peer striving to collaborate in service of a shared goal, but rather as an incompetent fruit cake. It reminds you that it all isn’t terribly deep.
A clown is rarely respected, but often paid. Some days, I have to remind myself to just put on the red nose and get back out there.
