Every Monday night I do a radio show. Most weeks I get about 15 people listening, and have had to work really hard to stay at a place where I’m happy that it’s as many as that.
Time is fleeting, we don’t get back what we’ve used, so it blows my mind that 15 people choose to spend two hours of their week listening to my bullshit. Sure, I’d like it to be more, but I’ll take what I can get.
I end up dribbling because the lid gets in my way, but it’s fine because I’m helping to offset the pollution caused by a billionaire’s private jet.