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Medium’s Demise Is a Blessing in Disguise

This isn’t goodbye. It’s more like, “If you need me, I’ll be outside smoking a cigarette.”

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It’s been a year since my mom died, which is almost impossible to believe since every day is the same and time has no meaning.

I feel stuck. I thought that after she died, I’d be free. I’d travel, make plans.

But I have no desire to go anywhere and no idea what plans I should be making.

And then, of course, there’s the blogging, which is just a hamster wheel nested inside a Russian doll of other hamster wheels.

My views and earnings on Medium have plummeted to a tiny little blip on my stats page. I don’t even care why, because in the bigger scheme there’s nothing I can do about it, so why obsess? All things end.

For now, this space remains and it’s someplace to jot down ideas, and if I don’t feel like leaving giant swaths of whitespace in between paragraphs, I’m not going to.

So there.

Everybody forgets that billionaire founder Evan Williams had the resources to prop up Medium with his own money.