Last night, around nine o'clock, I began writing and recording this podcast.
The writing was a bit of a struggle, but ultimately wasn't anything that I hadn't encountered before. The words went to the page, nonetheless.
It was only when the I hit record, that all of the trouble started. And then I...well, let me explain.
When I first imagined this podcast, one of the main things I considered was that it had to both feel and actually be very easy to accomplish each day. This led me to finding Anchor, which is a wonderful audio platform that allowed me to record directly to my phone from anywhere, upload, and share the new episodes on my schedule.
It's gone pretty well. Except for one thing. Occasionally, after I've recorded an entire episode, something will fault in the uploading process, and I'll lose the whole thing..as in nothing survives. Usually, it's handled easily and the second take uploads just fine. It's still time consuming and I relish the idea of doing an episode only once.
Except last night, I recorded and lost it. And recorded...and lost it. For a total of fifteen times. I kept pushing, trying for new solutions and ideas...but nothing would work. Each had it's one insurmountable problem. By one a.m., with my alarm clock taunting me with it's 4:30 am wake up time, I felt like giving up. And, at the end of the night, I did...
Then, I happened to have a conversation with my brother. That conversation quickly produced a MacBook Pro and a recording program which allowed me to record and upload last night's episode.
I'm telling you this for several reasons. One, to share with you what it's like so nights trying to get this thing up into the world each day and two, so you could see what struggle and failing forward looks like on a small scale.
Now that I've had these issues, I've now develop methods and capabilities I didn't have just 24 hours ago. I don't know where you're from. But around here, I call that progress.
Oh, and by the way...thanks, James.