Casting a Beautiful Net

Many moons ago I watched a television series called “The OA”. Without ruining it any more than I might (it’s a wonderful series, and you should definitely binge-watch it if you have not), I’m going to share a quote from it:

the biggest mistake I made was believing that if I cast a beautiful net, I’d catch only beautiful things.

Prairie Johnson

I often feel the same way about the internet – about putting my thoughts “out there” for anybody to find.

There’s always a fear of sharing – particularly sharing the truth – that it will be accepted without prejudice or malice. It seems somewhat counter-intuitive – sharing fear, trepidation, and uncertainty. Something tells me however that the more truthful a story, the more relateable and engaging it becomes – and the more sympathetic the audience.

Perhaps optimism is the key?

I’ve always been an optimist of sorts – preferring to look forwards rather than back. Where some might endlessly pick apart what might have been, I’m more about where we are, and where we might go next. Perhaps it’s an avoidance tactic?

I’m an amazing procrastinator. I’ve never connected it before. Procrastination is just avoidance in a different suit of clothes.


As you might have guessed, I’m procrastinating my way through lunchtime writing this. Avoiding responsibilities, and the world at large. Sometimes the world get a bit too big. In here I can make it small.



This year I’m taking part in “Bloganuary” – a series of writing prompts published throughout the month by Mindy Postoff. Today’s writing prompt is “Who is someone that inspires you and why?”.

I’m going to answer today’s writing prompt somewhat indirectly.

I tend not to hero worship, or put anybody on pedestals, so naming an individual as an inspiration seems false. As the social internet has amplified celebrity, and more notable influencers have leaned into audience manipulation, reinvention of self, and the curation of alternate realities, I have become increasingly disillusioned by anybody that projects an ideal, an image, or a way of life.

In recent months I have begun searching the internet for honesty and transparency – searching for people telling their own story – their adventures, ideas, thoughts, hopes and dreams. Quiet voices of truth.

While it’s easy to be drowned out by armies of keyboard warriors fighting perceived injustices, or furthering ill-conceived idealistic crusades, some people continue placing one foot in front of the other, and find their own way through the mayhem – continuing to tell their own story.

Those are the people that inspire me.