Arrival Fallacy

Ok, the idea of writing a BLOG  in retirement seemed like a slam dunk. Apply all that spare time you freed up from work with endless bursts of creative passion. Wrong. Over the past three months, I arrogantly assumed that because I’m retiring into something (travel + hitting things with sticks), I had happiness all figured out. Wrong again.

I’m coming to grips with the Arrival Fallacy that I’ve built up over the past year (or possibly my whole career?) and carefully reassessing the important things in life. One inspiration has been Scott Galloway’s “The Algebra of Happiness: The Pursuit of Success, Love and what it All Means.” Clearly, there’s no actual formula, but I’ve always appreciated his acerbic wit, and his observations in this book gave me a microscopic view of my own disfunctions I need to work on. My Bullshit. One invaluable tool is his definition of unconditional love as the ultimate human achievement. I don’t interpret that in a sacrificial or romantic way. Instead, I’m becoming increasingly aware that having a deeper connection with Sandy can be the most abundant resource for achieving my own happiness. Stated more simply and directly, my friend Kevin just told me last week about choices he’s made in life, and how it was a no-brainer for “the love of my life.”   

Another motivation has been The Minimalists podcast by Joshua Fields Millburn and T.K. Coleman. To be clear, I’m a failing minimalist, but Sandy and I both find joy searching for ways to remove physical and emotional clutter from our lives. I spent the first month of my retirement clogging my life with clutter by saying yes to everything (I have unlimited free time now!) and glued to my computer more than 8 hours a day developing and promoting content for those “creative passions.” I realize now that work/life balance needs to be succeeded by a new life balance that is free from digital clutter. Here are several goals I’ve set to control that rectangle thingy we stare at all day:

A.     Limit screen time to pre-planned hours

B.     Disable message alerts on my apple watch

C.    Keep my phone in silent mode at ALL times

D.    Put the phone completely away in the evenings

E.      Stop charging the phone at my bedside table

F.      TURN OFF SOCIAL MEDIA

That last one is my greatest aspiration. Hypocritically, I still promote my bands there, and it’s the primary way to share this BLOG, but I’d rather have a thoughtful exchange with a few people than thousands of pointless brain droppings on the FaceSpace. I’ve become completely disinterested in doom scrolling, and caring less about others’ content has been cathartic. I’d like to have a little fun by airing my top 10 grievances with the socials:

1.      Advertising: If you're not paying for the product, you are the product

2.      Tribalism: Too many people arguing for their “Team” vs a genuine interest in objective debate

3.      Logical Fallacies: Littered with general truths that have little connection to the logic of one’s argument

4.      Reposting: Too much lazy copy/paste behavior without checking your sources (Google is your friend)

5.      False Equivalencies: People can't walk into a room and see an elephant and a mouse and not know which one is bigger

6.      Conspiracy Theories: Lazy attempts to justify something you want to believe

7.      What-about-isms: People love to deflect blame for objectively bad behavior by distracting with some other unrelated event

8.      Self-righteousness: Many of you think you’re smarter than you are and never admit you’re wrong

9.      Rudeness: The shit people say to each other that one would never say in person is baffling

10. Politics: You’re not going to change anyone’s mind…you’re not helping

For the next few months, Sandy, Max, and I will be traveling in Prime Mover, and I hope to share some of those adventures as an alternative to the socials. I’ll try not to take myself too seriously and will work to improve my storytelling skills, but I will continue to use no AI (besides Grammarly) in the creation of these posts.

I’ve quoted this Neil Peart lyric many times in my travels, but only recently have I come to fully grasp its broader wisdom:

The Point Of The Journey Is Not To Arrive

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