The Deal
A few months ago, I had a couple of calls with an ex-colleague. While working together, we got along nicely and even planned to hang out with our wives and kids, but somehow that never came to be.
He started a new company with an interesting idea and was looking for someone to lead the growth. I was hoping it would work out, but he told me he wanted to keep the team inside his close circle. That was fine. People build companies with the people they trust.
Yesterday morning, I saw that he posted something that maps almost perfectly to what every investor in the moment says they want to fund. The kind of pitch where you can see the shape of the money already moving toward them. Glad for him.
What happened next revealed more than the news itself. I opened a tab. Then I opened the VCs’ page, where they list ideas they’d like founders to build. I started reading through, half a brainstorm, half a search.
I realized there was nothing on that list that even remotely excites me. The tab was open because someone had said no to me and was now winning, and I wanted to feel like I was still relevant.
The real question was whether the work I’m already doing would be enough, not whether the list of possible ideas included any I could dive into.
I went back to my own dashboard. Thirty subscribers in a month. The latest piece had been opened twelve times by six people. Meanwhile, there are newsletters that started a few weeks ago, four or five posts in, with clean engagement curves and 300 subscribers. I know how that math works. They write utility content. Systems and techniques in narrow niches with a clear extractable promise. You read one piece, you walk away with something you can use. That kind of writing grows quickly because the reader can decide, on a single read, whether to stay.
What I write doesn’t work like that. I write personal pattern observations. If you drop in on a random article, you get a story about my friend who deletes his voice messages, or about a Sunday I spent on the floor with my son and a stack of Duplo blocks. You don’t walk away with a system. You walk away with maybe one small thing you start noticing about yourself, and maybe nothing. The value compounds across pieces, slowly, through whether the voice becomes someone you trust over time.
I knew this when I chose the slower path on purpose because it was the only one that matched what I actually wanted to do. The cost of that path, paid in real time, is exactly what I’m paying now. Watching shorter-path people accumulate visible numbers faster while I’m still seeding.
What I almost did that morning was confuse the cost of the path with a verdict on it. Reading thirty subscribers and twelve opens as evidence that the strategy is wrong. It isn’t. It's what you get from a cold start with no audience. The real signal is whether I keep going for another year.
There’s a version of this where I take the rejection and the fast-growth comparisons and let them push me into something else. Turn this writing into systems, build a to-do list, start optimizing the funnel. That move is always available. But there'd be no difference between what I'm building and the thing I left to start it. I'd just be making my own cage.
The harder thing is to keep doing what I'm already doing. Two notes a day, longer pieces on weekends, the slow accumulation of a body of work that won’t point anywhere recognizable until I’m fifty pieces in. Most days won’t feel like progress. Most days will feel like watching other people pull ahead while I stay where I am.
That's the deal. I just hadn't fully agreed to it yet.