Here’s my story
on the thirty-first of July
in the knick-of-time
to meet my arbitrary deadline.

I promised myself
that I would publish on Medium at least once a month.
It was fine for a long time.
It mentally made sense
and made my autistic brain satisfied.

In my mind,
I used this rule to justify
paying the five dollars a month
to write for this website.

I now sigh
I’m past my prime
I’m only making cents.
I no longer go viral
I start to spiral.

Autism articles are the most successful
I like to write those and poetry,
but I have trouble being motivated
to pause the life unfolding around me.

Life has been pretty good lately.
Busier than it used to be.
A new relationship
A stable job
Bible reading
Weight-lifting
Time with friends and family.

Sadly, I did recently have a seizure and tendonitis.
It’s not all brightness.

Life is so full as it is
that it’s hard to set aside the time
to sit and write about it.

I start to write sometimes and crash.
Half done drafts stare at me as I take a nap.

So here,
I posted.
Grasped at straws,
Uploaded.
My small audience
I did not leave ghosted.

P.S. I can’t even monentize this, but I had fun writing it. It’s about the website, but it just felt right.