Goals are not so smart

A shocking number of years ago, I was in a bland conference room in Vancouver, BC, presenting a workshop about goal-setting. I had come up with a little tweak on a standard approach, which I called SMARTER Goals, taking the old set of Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, Timely, and adding Emotional and Relational. Choose a goal that matters to you, I argued, or all those other aspects will be irrelevant. Find a way to involve other people, either as collaborators or witnesses, and you’ll be much more likely to succeed.

But I’ve come to believe that goal-setting frameworks are a symptom of a broken culture.

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‘Setting a goal’ is usually an attempt to bring meaning or value to something I don’t fully want to do. It’s a tacit way to suggest that now isn’t acceptable, that I need to be different, that there’s something to achieve, or that my instincts are untrustworthy.

“We are socialized into systems that cause us to conform and believe our worth is connected to how much we can produce. Our constant labor becomes a prison that allows us to be disembodied. We become easy for the systems to manipulate, disconnected from our power as divine beings and hopeless. We forget how to dream. This is how grind culture continues. We internalize the lies and in turn become agents of an unsustainable way of living.”

― Tricia Hersey, Rest Is Resistance: A Manifesto

We live in a context where we’re evaluated on our contribution to systems of extraction (be they resources or attention). We are not good enough for a variety of reasons, and so we should hustle, strive, improve. We want love, acceptance, and security, so we are susceptible to modernity’s idea that we can be both conveniently comfortable at all times and also impressive achievers who GSD.

Living in purpose is uncomfortable and mysterious.

Being in purpose does not have a set of steps that are specific, measurable, or realistic. Living in purpose involves taking actions, learning, having a direction, but also requires humility and an awareness that each step takes us into a place with a new perspective. What we think is the end-state from our current vantage is likely to be just a reinforcement of an obstructed view.

What is happening when I think I need a goal?

Maybe I have lost my way. Maybe I am getting mired in deficit, maybe I am afraid. Maybe I am hungry, angry, lonely, or tired. Maybe I am avoiding grief.

Goals are what I have when I don’t have a connection to purpose. I have to invent things that need a structure or framework to accomplish.

What do I think goals will lead to? Power, money, status, being “better” than I am now?

What if I am already OK?

Goal-setting implies that without some explicit force on myself, I am likely to do absolutely nothing. That I am ‘lazy’ or ‘indolent’ and have no internal compass that will guide me to take action. My experience is the opposite. When I take the time to listen, to be still, I discover that not only am I driven to take action, but that so many of the things I might add into a list of goals are irrelevant to the purpose. When I take the time to feel what’s inherently there, I make choices that are healthy for my physical and mental health. I am not struggling with temptations. I’m not looking for distraction.

Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi’s studies on flow state indicate I can be happy doing something that is challenging enough to stretch me, learning something, being able to confront a challenge, being uncomfortable enough to be excited. I do not need a ‘goal’ to get into flow.

If am here to be of service, rather than to ‘win,’ I know that I will do what matters. I get to rest when it feels right, I push myself because there’s joy in it. I get to trust that I’m going to show up, and if I notice that I am avoiding something, I get curious. I am compassionate.

But wait! Perhaps there are useful things about goal-setting in collaborations. When I work with other people, it helps not only to be purpose-aligned but also to have some clarity, some structure, some ways of making agreements in the same language. Work with other people often involves projects, situations where it’s useful to have a distribution of tasks and levels of abstraction. Instead of goals, what if we think of collaboration in terms of well-designed experiments?

A goal that isn’t simply “I’ll have learned something” probably is delusional anyway. We set out to achieve a goal of the SMART variety without really knowing what it will lead to. Goal-setting typically leaves out the vast unpredictability of life circumstances.

We usually want to have a feeling, because that’s what decisions are built on. When I think I need a goal, I can wonder, ‘what is it that I am hoping to feel?’ When I think I need a goal, I might also ask myself, ‘what am I avoiding?’

A life without goals isn’t aimless. I can only be in purpose when I can show up without an agenda, without needing to be important. I matter, not because I met a target, but because I am here.

Beginning again

This afternoon, after I made and ate my collards and blackeye peas (vegan! delicious!) I sat down to write to you, because it’s a new year and I am re-intending to do this frequently, as daily as I can, for the purpose of something: A record? An invitation? A practice not a perfect?

It’s been a minute and it feels at times like things are going through me as though I am sand or rocks on a beach that the tide washes over, disrupting, slurping away some grains and depositing others. Things are revealed. Are these things important? Idols and ambergris. And yet I am here, and you are, for this strange and beautiful day, pink and sunshine that has faded into cold and grey. We are here. Alive.

How will a year go?

The last one contained multitudes. Kernels popping.

A few days ago a harbour seal said hello to me on the Seawall. A month ago I was petting a baby elephant outside Nairobi, another before that wandering NYC with new Fellow friends from the Integrity Institute. There were sunshine coffees in California. Wanders in Portland. It’s actually hard to catalogue all the things that happened or didn’t so much happen as became part of me, or I became a part, not apart. Dancing with mountains. Collective process. A lot of people to love.

My musings are often some attempt to capture learning, lessons, some whiff of meaning that drifts through as I write in the morning, they are not ‘about me’ and what me is can be elusive. Who are you? I don’t know if there are really more than questions, but I love a rich, gooey, chewy, brownie question.

In 2023, I read 101 books, not counting the ones I abandoned. That might be approaching a limit. I’m down to discuss any of them.

In 2024, I have a few intentions:

  1. Develop more containers of belonging
  2. Choose freedom
  3. Physically become stronger
  4. Act from love, not fear

This little place where I am putting words down may become more fragmented, perhaps some kind of rubble pile for you to find rare and unexpected treasures. Let’s be on a scavenger hunt together this year. I expect grief. I invite joy. I welcome it all.

Nothing left to lose

“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.”

-Ralph Ellison

I’ve been listening to the Art of Accomplishment podcast for a long time (and am a graduate of the associated Connection Course and Connection Challenge). The podcast often has gems, but this week was perhaps my favourite, maybe because it comes at a time that feels so aligned with where I’m at right now; it’s all about freedom.

“I’m not constrained by the voice in my head or by the thoughts of the people around me or by some set of ‘shoulds’ that society may place. And that freedom is a birthright. Right now every single person can be themselves. There’s nothing stopping them. There are consequences, potentially. You might not like them. You might choose to not be yourself because you don’t like the consequences. That’s all true. It doesn’t mean you can’t be yourself.

—Joe Hudson

As much as this resonates and I enjoyed the whole thing, I also want to throw in a ‘yes, and’ regarding freedom. As Joe puts it, freedom of the kind we’re journeying to find is about the freedom to be who we are.

But as soon as we think we are doing this as a self, we’re falling into a trap. We so easily lose our freedom. Why?

At one point, Joe mentions Maslow, that having our basic needs met helps in some ways, and paradoxically, having an abundance of resources can get in the way of freedom, because freedom takes work and vigilance, and people with abundant resources may have more to lose, in a sense, or because material benefits can make us lazy.

Maslow, as we know, had himself a little bit of a warped view. His pyramid was an unacknowledged adaptation, really an inversion of indigenous thinking that places responsibility to one another and the world around us as a necessary condition for having what we need.

When we seek to be free without considering how our actions, behaviours, and beliefs prevent other people’s freedom, we are still caught up in something; we’re still entangled. Joe uses Mandela as an example of being free even when his body was imprisoned. And Mandela famously said, “For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.

There’s a paradox here, there’s a crack to fall through. People with status are less able to see certain aspects of their non-freedom. It’s possible to ‘feel free’ in a way that abdicates responsibility, and at the same time, part of freedom is that it’s about not trying to manage, fix, or even judge others or oneself. How can I be free and also belong? How can my freedom explicitly be integrated with yours?

Going deep into freedom means seeing where I’m engaging in dominance even without thinking about it or feeling identified with it. This isn’t to chastise myself or to feel guilt, it’s about recognising that true freedom is not possible in my context as a middle-class white North American, even as I taste freedom sometimes, when I am operating from love and curiosity rather than fear. That I am shaped even when I choose to ‘be myself.’ That true freedom for any individual may not exist, and yet is always available as a choice.

When I am free, I am by necessity not inhibiting your freedom. I am you.

The trick here (and it is a trickstery adventure) is to not call comfort freedom, to not get into spiritual materialism, to be both free and inexorably part of unfreedom, to be a decaying mess of microbes and mites and temporarily animated flesh and to be something else, to be nothing. To be as still as space and as fast as quantum particles. To be myself and bewildered. When I am free, it will not be me.

What does privacy feel like?

Sometime in my childhood there was a news cycle that centred around the growing ubiquity of “security cameras,” suggesting that some large percentage of public spaces (at least in Britain) was already being filmed. Areas that you might not imagine having 24-hour monitoring, like street corners and parks, were now possible to watch all the time.

But even if cameras were starting to be everywhere, we had an idea that an actual human had to be paying attention, hence the movie trope of the distracted, sleeping, or absent security guard and the meta-camera view of a bank of monitors with our characters unseen except through our own omniscient perspective.

We could assume that our homes or other places we “owned” were not under continual monitoring, unless we were doing things of interest and/or threat to a nation-state. We could say things to other people that no one else would hear and that would live on only as part of human memory, subject to our subjectivity and sense of salience.

Those were the days.

The end of privacy

How far away are we now from near-total surveillance?

Recently, in a meeting I regularly attend on Zoom, one specifically oriented around the sharing of quite vulnerable and personal information, the software began to show a warning as we entered the room.

AI will be listening and summarizing this meeting, it said.

There was no “I don’t consent” option.

Zoom has various reasons to let us know we’re being monitored, but in more and more cases, we may not even know that our locations, likeness, words, or voices are being captured. And what’s more, we’re largely agreeing to this capture without awareness.

Death by a thousand paper cuts

Many things have led to this moment, in which we are experiencing the last days of an expectation of what we called privacy.

Our monitored-ness follows Moore’s or other power laws that predict ancillary outcomes of cheaper processors and storage. Digital video has made incredible strides from the early days of tape-based camrecorders. Quality cameras are tiny and cheap and nearly everyone is carrying at least one audio-visual device around constantly. We have room for massive amounts of data to flow through servers. AI can now process language and visual information to an extent that while it may still be cost-challenging to save every bit of video, we don’t need humans to watch it all to determine its importance or relevance.

And the emergence of click-wrapped licences has accustomed everyone to the idea that they have no recourse but to agree to whatever data usage a company puts forth, if they want access to the benefits or even to the other people who have already struck such bargains. What’s more, we seem to have little sense, so long as the effects of our surveillance are not authorities acting against us, of what it means to lose what we knew as privacy.

Subjects and Rulers

In The Dawn of Everything, authors David Graeber and David Wengrow posit the idea that control of knowledge is one of the three elementary principles of domination.

Historically, surveillance was defined primarily in terms of the state, who had the means and motivation to enforce control of knowledge with one of the other key principles of domination: violence. We had spies and police, and then eventually, as property rights of individuals other than rulers began to be backed with state violence and technology became more accessible, private detectives and personal surveillance emerged and eventually became small industries. But now, we’re mostly being watched by for-profit companies.

When I started down the rabbit hole of “the implications of AI” thirteen years ago, even ideas about human-destroying agentic AI such as “Roko’s basilisk” were thought of by some (notably Eliezer Yudkowsky) as dangerous, akin to releasing blueprints for nuclear weapons.

But most people didn’t think there was much to worry about. Technology was still a domain mostly thought of as benign. iPhones were brand new. Even the idea that AI might be trained in such a way as to maximize its outcomes at human expense, as in the ‘paper clip factory‘ metaphor, seemed far-fetched to most.

For me, the idea of the technology being able to become conscious or even agentic was less compelling than the way people who DID think about this outcome were thinking about it at the time. This was my first foray into the Silicon Valley underground, and what I observed was that many people within the subculture were thinking about everything as machines, while simultaneously longing for more human, embodied, emotional connections.

What I didn’t see then was the cascading motivations that would make AI’s surveillance inevitable and not exactly state-based (though the state still acts as an enforcer). It didn’t occur to me that most people would willingly trade in their freedom for access to entertainment. I didn’t see how compelling the forces behind corporate capitalism were becoming.

Voluntary bondage

“Once we have surrendered our senses and nervous systems to the private manipulation of those who would try to benefit from taking a lease on our eyes and ears and nerves, we don’t really have any rights left. Leasing our eyes and ears and nerves to commercial interests is like handing over the common speech to a private corporation, or like giving the earth’s atmosphere to a company as a monopoly.” —Marshall McLuhan

Though the “Internet of Things” seemed to be hype when it got lots of press in the 90s, we didn’t need to adopt smart appliances to begin shadow surveillance in our private spaces- we invited it in so we could shop more easily.

The current crop of AI tools centre mainly around figuring out how to sell more things, how to optimize selling, how to invent new things to sell. If we made it illegal to profit from AI trained on public data (as opposed to trying to put the genie back in the bottle), we’d surely see less unconsidered damage in the future.

It occurs to me that our only real form of resistance is not buying or selling things. And that form of resistance may actually be harder than smuggling refugees or purloining state secrets.

Each new technological breakthrough recreates the myth of social mobility- ‘anyone,’ it’s said, can become a wealthy person by using these new tools. Meanwhile, actual wealth is becoming more and more concentrated, and most people making their living using the tools of the digital age (versus creating them) are scraping by.

The upcoming innovations in surveillance involve not only being able to record and analyse everything from a human-capable observational standpoint. They will include ways of seeing that go beyond our natural capabilities, using biometrics like body heat or heartbeats, facial gestures, and network patterns. We will have satellites and drones, we will have wearables, we will have unavoidable scans and movement tracking.

Follow the money

As someone involved in the world of internet Trust & Safety, I’m aware that there’s a kind of premise of harm prevention or rule-enforcement that is involved in the collection of vast amounts of information, just as there has concurrently been a groundswell of behaviour that requires redress.

To me, it seems strange to simply accept all surveillance as fine as long as you’re ‘not doing anything wrong;’ but this is a vestige of the idea that being monitored only serves as a way to enforce the laws of the state. What’s happening now is that we are being tracked as a means of selling us things, or as a means of arbitration of our wages.

None of these thoughts or ideas are particularly innovative, nor do thoughts like these have any protection against a future of total tracking. We could have some boundaries, perhaps, but I don’t feel optimistic about them in any short term timeframe.

Instead, I am drawn towards embodied experience of untracked being, while it is still possible. We may be living in the last times where we can know what it feels like to be with other people and not be mediated or observed by technology, to not be on record in any way. We can notice our choice and where we are not offered a choice.

We can feel the grief of this passing.

Money for nothing

I haven’t ever really gotten into video games post-Atari, but I used to joke that eBay was my favourite video game. There’s something game-like about searching through its huge market for treasures, finding things that seem like good deals, and adding those things to my Watchlist. Then eBay gamifies it even more, sending notifications to say, ‘oh, you’re running out of time,’ and I quickly decide whether or not the item is really what I want (usually not). It’s pretty fun.

But sometimes I’ll be in a certain mood, or have a story that I ‘need’ something more urgently, or the deal just seems so compelling from a ‘level of discount’ perspective and I go and snipe the auction, only to realize once the item arrives that it was not actually necessary at all. Like when I bought a dress shirt (designer! only $20!), thinking, I’d really like to wear more dress shirts and blazers, only to come back into reality and realise that I live in Portland and mostly only am seen by people other than my family on dog walks or Zoom calls, neither of which necessitate the wearing of items that require professional dry cleaning, ironing, or for that matter, even frequent washing.

But eBay is not the only vector of my aspirational shopping. I fantasized for a while about a reMarkable tablet before buying the second generation when it came out, only to have it end up in a drawer. I own socks that are still attached to their little plastic sock hanger.

There are many things I honestly thought I needed (NEEDED!) that barely saw use once they arrived at my doorstep.

And another interesting thing about me, I guess, is that in fact if I buy something that I like a little less, something less special, like items from Portland’s infamous Goodwill bins, I will often use them much more than the great deals on fancy things I’ve found elsewhere, because I don’t want to ‘use up’ the nice things. I have a gallery of ‘nice things’ and an actual experience of items that are good enough.

I have a general policy about buying most things used, or sometimes new from individuals who never used the items, as a way of living without directly encouraging sweatshops and the overproduction of discretionary items (food is an exception, and let’s face it, I still use Amazon to buy some things). But this policy doesn’t really protect me from my own games, the idea that some additional item will enhance my life in some way, that there are rational reasons for purchasing something that fundamentally implies that right now things really aren’t good enough.

I don’t think I am alone here.

We are producing so many things, so much of which is bound for landfills, so much of which comes with this idea that material goods can ease our discomfort, so much of which we really just don’t need.

I notice that there’s a sense of security I am seeking with this kind of behaviour, being able to have new versions of things that are still functional, having clothing options, keeping backup supplies of things we ‘might need’, or buying groceries that are good deals but don’t get used before the best-by dates (accelerated by my proclivity to shop at Grocery Outlet, or grossout as it is known in my household).

Then there are these moments where Marie Kondo shows up and is like “what if you only keep things that spark joy?” And then we purge all the extra stuff, leaving so much room for additional things to refill our home, because homes in North America are really built for stuff more than for people.

Enough already

Let’s start thinking about what is enough. Let’s start thinking about what it means to have everything we need.

To do this, we can consider some basic questions:

  • What matters?
  • What would the world be like if everyone had what we think is enough for ourselves?
  • What is sustainable?
  • What if there’s no security? What if no money or possessions can protect us?

Everywhere around us, we are being sold the idea of needing more. We need new clothes, appliances, cars, phones, things long before our old ones wear out. If we have abundance, we can satisfy our whims to travel or to eat out at restaurants or just buy things because shopping is pleasurable. We can have treatments to make us more beautiful.

So often I hear the idea that spending money on yourself equates to caring for yourself, that when things are challenging, just ‘do something nice for yourself,’ suggesting you can buy your own self love.

Scarcity isn’t a mindset

It’s no fun to live in a state where basic needs can’t be met because of our lack of resources. I’ve been in a situation where I ran out of money. I depended on public assistance to eat, and even couldn’t get to work or interviews for work without scrounging for change for the transit fare. This experience was transformational because it happened at a time when I had been beginning to invest in practices of self-growth and collective practice. I experienced the fear of what would happen as I ran out of money and the awe at realizing I was OK because other people cared about me and were willing to help me get through a rough time.

Without community support, the panic response and elevated stress of survival mode lead to degraded decision-making and mental and emotional exhaustion. Children living in this situation have lifelong effects. 10-15% of people worldwide and in the US live in this state.

People live with the effects of our overconsumption globally: pollution, war, climate-related famine, and other kinds of stress-inducing situations to contend with, much of which is made invisible to affluent people whose neighbourhoods are situated away from landfills, Superfund sites, and areas of direct conflict. In my own neighbourhood, for example, there are nearby encampments that are regularly cleared out, making it seem as though public spaces are “really” owned by only people who also can purchase land around them.

Let’s stop celebrating the idea of abundance.

Having everything we need feels different than abundance. Abundance can be infinite. Access to more wealth and privilege expands one’s idea of what abundance might be. Having what we need is more definable, collective, and possible.

This is not a communist polemic. I don’t think everyone has to have the same things. I am skeptical of the blunt ideas of equality or fairness, which tend to disregard the beauty of difference. I don’t think we can have a world where everyone has what they need through a state-enforced program.

As a reflective practice, though, I think it’s very helpful to feel into what enough looks like. To start to notice when wanting more is more an addiction than an genuine longing or need.

How I spend my time and money have consequences. Most purchasable items involve some level of complicity in systems of extraction and dominance. I can’t extricate myself from this but I can participate less and operate with more awareness.

When I buy something new, I wonder, what am I actually trying to obtain with this purchase? Am I imagining I will be more attractive, have more peace of mind, more fun, more sense of being accepted? This applies to the little purchases as well as the big ones. What’s more, a lot of my purchases are just things I need because I bought some other thing I need, when the need itself was always an illusion.

But what about them?

There are always people with more wealth and more conspicuous consumption around to use as a fake barometer of our own behaviour.

It’s not useful to police or to call out people who are, by virtue of factors including luck and effort, able to own property or properties, to accumulate wealth, to travel as tourists, to buy expensive items, to eat at restaurants that charge hundreds of dollars per meal, or take advantage of other kinds of ‘luxuries.’

And, it’s fair to say that most luxuries come at a cost to others. It’s fair to say that most means of acquiring wealth come with some exploitation of others. It’s fair to say that Western people’s ideas of enough or abundance are pretty weird, and that we’re often imagining something for ourselves that would be inconceivable to a large percentage of the world, if we hadn’t invented social media and streaming media to let everyone know about the lifestyles of the rich and famous.

How can we open a discussion about what enough looks like, that doesn’t lead to pointing fingers, resentments, or ignoring blind spots or areas of conflict?

What can I do to be honest with myself about the ways my earning and spending money impact others?

Money doesn’t care about us

Money is a stand-in for many relationships in our culture. We measure love in the cost of gifts (two months salary, for example). We pay people to do care work, such as child care, elder care, and health care. We hire and fire caregivers, making care something we think is a result of spending rather than relationship. Les and less do we invest in reciprocal caring.

We feel isolated though we have more people around us than ever in human history. We have to pay others to listen to us, to take care of our kids, to make us food. And when we pay people to do things that are associated with care, we necessarily make care transactional, we don’t feel like we have to care in return. Think of the day care centres who tried charging extra to mitigate the tendency of parents arriving late, making staff work longer than they were meant to, only to find that it made the problem worse. “I’m paying for this service so now I deserve to get what I paid for,” completely divorcing themselves from the human consequences.

My sense of why many paid forms of community are strange is something like, ‘you can’t pay someone to be your friend,’ but even that truism is being tested now, whether by paying actual people to perform friendship, or with new forms of technology or drugs that are supposed to replace the need for actual humans to care for us.

Delusional currency

We see money as a sign of our worth. And we see other people’s worth in terms of money. But we’re fond of stories that upend this paradigm. “Greed is good,” goes the Gordon Gekko memetic mantra, but in the end of Wall Street, Gekko has fallen. We are in this weird shame cycle of wanting money, power, recognition while recognising we’d be much happier investing in our communities, relationships, health, and skill-development.

In one study, when participants watched a video of a child talking a test, those who were told the child comes from a wealthy family rated the child as smarter, more capable, and the test more challenging than when the same video is shown to people who’ve been told the child comes from a low-income family. We truly believe people with money are better, despite the widespread evidence that wealth and power often lead to less empathy and more bias and irrational thinking.

When the conversation about what it might look like to live without the aim of making a lot of money, many people I’ve talked to seem to regard the whole idea as fanciful and misguided. Some are dismissive entirely, some retort with some version of the ‘do good to do well’ concept of finding ways to be “good” and still make a lot of money. It’s not money itself that is the problem, of course, but every argument in favour of wealth accumulation I’ve heard involves bypass and contortion. Yes, it may be that my accumulation comes at others’ expense, but I’ll do good things with the money, or I will be able to stop doing terrible things and commit my time to collective good once I have enough money for my own security, or I don’t want to live with scarcity mindset.

Real scarcity mindset is a belief that money can offer meaning, acceptance, or security. We are most likely to live longer, have good health, and feel our life has meaning when we’re integrated in contexts of interdependence and care, where we feel loved and where we’re not vastly unequal in resources to those around us. When we think of money in terms of a practice of cooperation and collaboration, where we create value with other people, and can then pass along resources to those creating value for us, where we by and large know the people we’re creating value with and for as well as those who are creating value for us, we can understand money as simply a metaphor for our connection.

It’s the system, baby

It’s interesting that so many of the destructive materialisms we’re engaged with are subsidized by taxes and seen as beneficial to ‘our economy’.

Our current economic strategies rely on people buying stuff (or traveling, or eating junk, or pursuing wealth accumulation or whatever) in lieu of being satisfied, and anti-social patterns work in service of those strategies.

It’s economically advantageous, at least for corporations, to have people living apart from one another and needing to buy individual versions of everything, to pay for care, to be fined into prison. In theory, we’d have governments (meaning, a group that we’ve selected to ensure our collective wellbeing) looking to more of a holistic measure of economic benefit. This would involve holding corporations accountable for the economic costs growth strategies involve, such as environmental damage, heath care costs, even things like crime (though punishment is simply another corporate-benefit industry without accountability). We’ve stopped regarding government in this light especially in the US (or, for example, in more universally accepted as despotic regimes).

I have to suspect that people who have learned how to live with fewer financial resources and more community will be in a better position as things collapse, whether due to war, climate, or other scarcity-inducing situations. Whether that will be ‘enough’ is hard to say, but there’s no downside I can think of to learning to share resources, support each another, and recognise how deeply satisfied I can be with all my needs being met.

Sweet Social Media

Should we try to make it keto or just have an apple?

Whether ‘social media is bad for you’ has these annoying debates. Social media has benefits! But there’s no doubt that there are psychological effects from forms of communication that are equivalent to advertising, in which consuming content necessitates others to be served a lot of actual advertising for things they don’t need, which themselves are served by fostering insecurity and internal lack, not to mention tribalism and division. And that there have been real harms as a result of social media, including genocide.

Unsavory similarities

What if we think of social media like refined sugar? It’s fantastically tasty, but has no nutritional value. Its negative effects go beyond individual health.

Production of sugar comes from a powerful (and subsidised) industry with roots in slavery. It is ubiquitous and seems impossible to avoid in modern life. Our collective palate-shifting towards it has caused all kinds of downstream effects on our health and ability to moderate our behaviour (so much so that we now have pharmaceuticals to address our inability to naturally self-moderate).

Sounds similar to many criticisms of social media. The idea that we should try to hang on to the “good parts” of social media does seem akin to the proliferation of ‘keto snacks,’ highly processed items that are low in ‘net sugar.’ (TBH some of those snacks are pretty delicious! but probably not great for us).

There’s always an interesting tension between ‘we’re living with human systems that are leading to our ultimate demise‘ and ‘we have to live in these systems and anyway there are rewards in this system I don’t want to live without.‘ Part of the practice, in my mind, is holding both feelings while getting curious about how either are true.

I am fairly certain that my absolute happiness would not be reduced by the non-existence of social media, even though it has its rewards and pleasures. I was alive, even if I was only a child, when we weren’t all connected and ‘sharing’, and people were pretty OK.

Don’t look back

I am not advocating ‘going back in time;’ instead, I am asking ‘how can technology support first principles?’ What might ‘unprocessed’ look like in our digital interactions?

If everyone was on Mastodon or some other still-social-media platform that was not ad-driven, would all the problems dissolve? Is it possible to have a way to share thoughts and information and promote your group or art or thinking in a network that isn’t gross?

There’s a distinction between “within my network and x degrees of separation” to “public,” and perhaps there’s some ways of imagining ourselves being less prone to performance and self-censorship if we have an idea of who we’re talking to. Models of highly cross-pollinated small groups could serve us to share more thoughtfully than trying to get attention from ‘everyone in the world.’ Decentralization could make this possible but more needs to be done to set limits, to normalise boundaries.

The negative effects of social media come not just from bad actors and harassment, not just from being exposed to advertising and algorithms, not even just from participation in a system that mirrors corporate oppression in general. Investment of time and emotional bandwidth into superficial forms of connection, being constantly evaluated, and seeking attention take us out of our own freedom and sense of belonging.

But what about nihilism?!

Is there any real argument for not eating a sugar-filled diet if you are like “well, we’re all going to die eventually?” My experience suggests that as I divest from more of the systems like corporate work, social media, faith in institutions, I not only feel better but I start seeing the possibility of supporting human patterns of connection and belonging with technology, rather than trying to create a successful startup that exploits human behaviour to gain power and influence.

My experience with the path towards internal freedom is that I find more compassion for my behaviour but far fewer reasons/ less need to choose comfort and convenience over what seems to be right for me. But it’s a curious question of whether you act your way into right thinking or if you heal enough to not need the crutch?

Cultural addictions

Our collective decisions about what to do about addictive things is curiously inconsistent. Some people become alcoholics and there’s no evidence that alcohol has health benefits, but we’ve collectively decided to allow adults to make their own choices about how to use it. Some people become nicotine addicts and cigarettes are still widely available, though there’s awareness of some of the malfeasance of the companies who profit from selling tobacco products. Some people become heroin addicts and we’ve collectively decided to criminalize that behaviour or at least criminalize possession of heroin. Some people become prescription opioid abusers and we have decided to hold corporations somewhat accountable and also continue to permit doctors to prescribe opioids. Meanwhile, it’s worth pointing out that when there’s a lot of money being made, less profitable alternatives will often be suppressed or vilified, even if they are actually more salubrious.

To take an opposing position, indulgence is fun. And social media is fun. It entertains us, it gets us excited, it is silly and sexy and delightful. We can be creative and be rewarded and recognised. We can find people who we vibe with and share aspects of ourselves that might be unappreciated or censured in our local community. We can learn and discover things and perspectives we wouldn’t have encountered offline.

Everything in moderation no pun indended

There are no absolutes. I still love to eat a brownie, have a drink, and watch YouTube videos. But I don’t feel happier if I have two brownies or three drinks or spend too long looking at content. It’s only because I generally eat healthy that I notice the ugh feeling of going off the rails. It’s because I have so many other, meaningful things I care about that I’m satiated by a limited amount of entertainment. I don’t long for more stuff. But we’re living in a time where limits are not the norm, and consumption is king.

When people bring up “making the internet weird and fun again,” I am reminded that the online world can feel like a portal, a place of mystery, surprise, and new connections. Part of this to me feels like it’s not compatible with social media, which is designed to be a firehose, an endless amount of stuff, not a place to have an experience, to feel something and feel a reciprocal sense of knowing.

Socially mindful

How can we have social media that is intentional? How can we create an environment that still allows us to perform, to show off our creativity, but to slow it down to an embodied, breathing, collaborative experience?

Could we have the delight and fun of social media without the approval-seeking and ranking algorithms? Let’s start with the ‘feed.’ What does feed-free social media look like? Even in the so-called ‘cozy web,’ popular community platforms have feed metaphors, though they may not be updating at a social media clip.

Could we live without likes and views? Could we have social media that didn’t reinforce unnatural standards of physical appearance or encourage polarizing viewpoints? Could we have social media that didn’t replace actual feelings of interdependence, collective good, and mattering?

I’m excited to live in a world where we’re not going for “not as bad as…” and living into new ways of being and thinking that rest on the fundamental idea of our collective freedom, our collective responsibility for the space and for our individual experience, and it strikes me that centralized social media simply is anathema to that vision.

Yes, we need breaks from all the seriousness, we need to have fun, we need to laugh and play- but I am not convinced social media is a prerequisite for these activities. If anything, it seems much harder to really feel joy when we’re glued to screens, when there’s always another thing queued up to entertain us or to be processed, especially when a huge number of those things are selling us something. This is how it seems to me, but I love to discover the ways I am making assumptions, and I want to understand how you think we can align social media with a world that supports us as humans, isn’t extractive, and doesn’t rely on violence and dominance to function.

Is it OK to feel OK?

There are catastrophic things happening in the world around us. In many ways, it feels like humanity on the whole lives on borrowed time. Floods, earthquakes, and other weather disasters, wars, famine, addiction, houselessness, structural racism and oppression, and even genocides. Most of these involve at least some level of human culpability. As a human, I am involved in all of these things.

At the same time, I am sitting in a warm bed in a comfortable home in a pretty neighbourhood, with working electricity and high-speed internet. I have been able to eat healthy food without fear of running out, am covered by health insurance, and can use a library system with endless books to read and access to more films and television than I’ll ever watch. I am surrounded by love, family, and two extremely wonderful pets. I participate in a number of groups and have a deep sense of meaning and purpose. My practices include meditation, journaling, walking, and reading, which bring me joy and satisfaction. I feel a daily sense of gratitude.

In Al-anon, which has been an important part of my recovery from the effects of trauma, there’s a saying, “we can be happy whether the alcoholic is still drinking or not.” In other words, our inner and felt sense of wellbeing isn’t dependent on other people changing. There’s something about acceptance that is critical for my own sense of OK-ness.

But, as I said earlier, the problems of other people and other beings are not just other people’s problems. So should I feel OK?

From the perspective of what I’ll use the word ‘consumerism’ to describe, no. I don’t use social media much anymore and in part, it’s because there’s a constant state of overstimulation and fear there, on every topic from war and climate chaos to politics, to stuff you need to be OK. Not being OK on some basic level is an unsurprising message in a place designed for advertising.

From that perspective, my OK-ness is freedom, it is choosing how I am and how to respond. It’s recognising there is not an immediate crisis that I need to attend to in my personal life.

And yet, this line of thinking can lead me astray, and definitely becomes its own consumerist seduction. The ‘wellness industry’ is massive, it’s all about feeling good, feeling good about yourself, feeling calm, feeling detached, having abundance, manifesting what you want, going to retreats and getting bodywork and never having anxiety.

What’s going on around us should make me anxious, and does. I don’t want to feel better simply because I have the option to live with my needs met. It’s not true that there is any actual security, if that’s defined as ‘protection from harm’ or any kind of predictability. When I see myself accurately I am interdependent with other people, and other beings.

There are not refuges untouched by the crises around us. I feel waves of grief, seeing images of people hurting and killing each other, of elephants being rounded up and massacred, of fires displacing people from their homes, of animals being abused for the food supply, of forests clear-cut and the mantle of the earth stripped for resources.

Real freedom isn’t being OK, in other words, it’s the capacity to feel, and to sit with the paradox that feelings include fear and grief as well as joy and love and wonder. Real freedom, perhaps, is OK-enough to look for what is within one’s capacity to address a crisis, and to be willing to do things that have a real impact- moving to a smaller place, contributing time and resources to community and collective efforts, letting go of the need to win or have everything I want. It’s discovering the ways I participate in dominance and extraction and avoiding denial or justifications. It’s the willingness to stay in the discomfort of awareness, not to feel like I’ve done my part by recycling or posting articles somewhere. It’s by committing to love and being with the trouble.

We are prone to find solutions and yet our solution-oriented thinking comes along with an inability to know everything and predict the outcomes of our actions. It comes with our modern aversion to taking responsibility- and leads to pretty terrible ‘solutions’ that benefit a few at the expense of most, or give us a false sense that we can keep on with short-term pleasure-seeking or reward-oriented behaviour. It leads to very selective evidence inputs, or the pretense of holism when we’re simply unable to be holistic while we’re in solutions-thinking, which doesn’t even include parts of our own brain and wisdom systems.

I can be with the trouble, I can notice the cracks, and there are no answers. I can slow down and be with other beings, I can witness and feel the shudders of death and destruction around us. I can love all the beings regardless of their actions or inactions. This will have an impact and it won’t solve anything. I am in wonder, I am OK, and it hurts sometimes.

Creating the Conditions

“Are the great spiritual teachings really advocating that we fight evil because we are on the side of light, the side of peace? Are they telling us to fight against that other ‘undesirable’ side, the bad and the black. That is a big question. If there is wisdom in the sacred teachings, there should not be any war. As long as a person is involved with warfare, trying to defend or attack, then his action is not sacred; it is mundane, dualistic, a battlefield situation.”

― Chögyam Trungpa, Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism

Systems are complex and interwoven. When we imagine or feel into a different world, it’s clear that mitigating symptoms won’t change the system. When we treat the symptoms, we are often perpetuating the problem itself or enabling the root cause to continue.

In many ways, critiques and analysis are part of the system of dominance and so reinforce it, even as we might think we’re making a difference. Instead of just engaging in a practice of evaluating and identifying symptoms, we can focus on creating the conditions for change. When we start with our own conditions, we can see they are a fractal of world change, change that is emergent and more complicated than we can plan for. As long as we feel compelled to hold onto the stories in ourselves that fuel dominance, our prescriptions for others will come from a warped and reinforcing-systems perspective.

It is far more difficult to do the work of rooting around in ourselves and changing our own behaviour than it is to analyze what is wrong with a system or to make recommendations for what everyone should be doing. The latter approach lets us eat popcorn and feel smart whereas the former means contending with the ways we are out of right relation with ourselves and others while also resisting the dominance trap of self-judgement.

In my own inquiry, some of the conditions that I can foster are: being in practice and returning, living as body and attending to body needs, noticing the things that hook me, being willing to listen, curiosity, wonder, love as an action, action as emergence, and radical compassion.

Creating the conditions involves two aspects. We do the work of letting go of the stories, identities, and behaviours of dominance. The other side of this practice is fully generative, living in the real possibilities of the present, not the future. What does now have to offer us?

We have been taught that to make change we need a plan, a strategy. As humans, our imagination is a gift, that we can create things in our minds and then figure out the steps to accomplish such a thing. And to be sure, there is complexity in thinking about the tradeoffs between beautiful and staggering achievements and the dominance and manipulation required to enact them. Cathedrals and pyramids are wonderous, and are also enshrined power structures. The concept of ‘modernity’ seems to me to be a world in which nearly everything around us depends on some measure of exploitation, of others and of resources, and also of invisible interdependence, relying on the work of thousands of other people without any sense of appreciation for each of their contribution to our wellbeing.

We can make change with a strategy but it is the kind of change subject to co-opting by the system because inevitably goal-setting is a reinforcement of the system itself. Instead, if we put the focus on ourself and the reality of the present, we see that much of what we call ‘reality’ when we are in the more typical state of past and future focus is actually just a story, a narrative, an often collective hallucination.

As I say these things, I am reminded that just by speaking these things I am perpetuating a lie, and thus, though my intention is to articulate something I believe to be true about how change is possible, I simply perpetuate the falsehood that anything is knowable.

Even the practice of creating conditions is that it disintegrates when it is called truth. Any truth that is, only is and can’t be named and explained. It falls apart under the weight of whatever might be called ‘good and bad’ or ‘correct and incorrect.’ Evaluation on a linear spectrum is meaningless when it’s put into a multiversal container of what is.

My experience of this involves the unsettling and exciting sense that there’s an unknowableness, something my body has evolved to feel as supernatural or divine. I am in a near constant state of questioning, and when I go to a place of ‘I know something’ there are interesting effects. I feel the initial rush that comes from being in analysis, synthesis, seeing something to be definable, I have the pleasure of arrogance, like ‘look at what I discovered!’ especially when I see that it seems to resonate for others, but soon enough I get another feeling, an uncomfortable body-sense like a residue of a chemical, the aches that arise from unnatural contortions, strain from trying to lift a boulder.

At the same time, trying on these various knowings and wearing them as costumes is fun. Unknowable as source means that all things are true equally as nothing is true, or at least definitive. But there is a body truth that can be felt, something I can trust until I start to narrate, as in meditation where the mind will be like “oh, I think I have gotten somewhere with this meditation!”

The results of the right conditions, I think, are quanta-like in this way. They involve a deep sense of peace that evolves from our removing urgency, they involve an anxious hypersensitivity when we let go of the defense structures of of blame and judgement. The conditions involve both the freedom of knowing I am not all-important or able to predict anything on any scale beyond the immediate, as well as the responsibility of seeing that I am fully the agent of my own experience, that I am in choice.

Weeding a community

Definition: For the purposes of this conversation I define ‘community’ (with the understanding that this definition leaves out much if not most of what the term ‘community’ is used to describe now) as:

A number of people interconnected in various ways, who feel a sense of identity with the collective as well as a sense of being known and cared about by the others who consider themselves part-of, and who are interdependent with at least some of the others.

A community is an emergent phenomena. You can’t build a community. You can’t manage a community. Instead, if you are interested in community, you can create the conditions for emergence, including structures that reduce the opportunities for malignance.

What to weed out

Some things that will likely lead to toxicity or a failure to cohere:

1. Over-leadered spaces: a community thrives on egalitarian structures. Leaders emerge rather than appoint themselves. Expertise can be offered but not imposed.

3. Too much enclosure: No community can survive when there’s not progress, which requires new people. Lives change, people leave. Newcomers offer the opportunity to see one’s own evolution through others at different stages, and a sense of ownership that comes from welcoming.

4. Too much openness: There needs to be a threshold, a sense that there is connection, purpose and shared identity. There needs to be a sense of consistency with the people you’re with.

5. Dominance: If one individual has power over others, there are limitations on being, and this has cascading effects for the whole community

6. Unstructured interaction: We come into every space with the shapings of our lived experience, our inherited trauma, and many blind spots. When there’s not enough structure, people can miscommunicate, make assumptions, or play power games like ‘helping’ in ways that feel imposed onto others.

7. Too much identity: belonging is both an action and an experience. We choose to include ourselves, and part of growth is rooting out where we might be excluding parts of who we are. Communities can easily develop anti-patterns in which membership depends on suppression or hiding of parts of who we are. Fitting in the opposite of belonging.

8. Rules or weak norms: again, as an emergence, a community shifts and changes. Strong (articulated) norms allow people to be at different stages of development and to feel into how things work. Rules lead to policing and power games. Weak norms lead to confusion and disintegration.

9. Action before trust: trust takes time and is torpedoed by many things, often interaction that doesn’t accommodate full agency or freedom to be.

10. Not enough deep interaction: an essential part of community and belonging is being seen and known. Parasocial dynamics need to be coupled with actual social connection, but also should be voluntary and fairly unstructured. These are the ‘spaces between’ in community.

11. Under-leadered spaces: communities need structures that keep things happening. Much of this can be ‘automated’ in a way with regular meeting times, a standard format, and fallback options. But communities develop leaders naturally and offer ways for ‘leaders’ to be in service or stewardship without authority. Under-distribution of work leads to burnout.

12. Not enough togetherness: frequent, positive interaction with the same people is the basis for emergence. There may not be such a thing as ‘too frequent’ except insofar as it tends to build trust that is more difficult for newcomers to penetrate.

A platform from which to leap

At the beginning of 2023, I decided to write every day, and to put whatever came of it onto a blog that I would not promote in any way. This arrangement seemed to me to meet some kind of integrity with the idea that I was indeed ‘shipping’ as the startup lingo has it, without participating in a collective performance that would only get in the way of being open with my (probably half-formed and unpolished) words. This plan was effective in its way. I wrote a number of things that were exploratory, though also strange in their lack of recipient- perhaps language can be useful just for one’s own understanding, but only an understanding that escapes the body.

Over time, I started to drift, and post less frequently. The unfinishedness seemed odd or even risky to publish, with the trope of the internet’s indiscriminate memory in mind. And also, I feel myself, when writing to noone, becoming more likely to express myself in the form of college essay or with a touch of what you might call “archness.” I’m more interested in a constant breaking apart or disintegration that sometimes a post can’t contain.

Then I decided, for no good reason that I can think of, to begin putting the posts on Substack. It has been an experiment that brings in a kind of cognitive dissonance- can I continue writing in an undefended way when I am also presumably sending the words, or giving a VC-driven company the task of sending my words, to other people? And is it then my job to manage the ways that such a platform would like me to work for them, showing me analytics and sending me various prompts to continue my investment in their ecosystem (one that I then, for consistency’s sake, invested in to the tune of a one-year’s subscription in another newsletter (consistency’s sake being my least favourite cause in general))?

Well, I don’t know. I certainly felt uncomfortable sending out these little posts, which I’m sure a coach would cite as a growth edge of some kind- bumping into my pattern of feeling like a burden if I am not feeling unimportant. But am I really attached to those kinds of narratives anymore? They seem like this weird way of conditioning myself to be productive in service of something invisible but smelly, to think “of course, if I were seen / had a platform / gained legitimacy” then I would be more likely to get what I want or avoid harsh judgement. While that’s obviously the opposite of true, maybe I could think, “‘my authentic self’ can emerge when I don’t censor myself.” There is a stage that I am meant to be on, and that stage’s performance somehow proves my realness, or at least, my worth and power.

There are so many layers here, because even in that inquiry there are judgements that I think limit my understanding. What could it be like to write or not write, to post or not post, with both the intent to connect and communicate (why else make things public or even epistolary?) and the indifference to being read or understood? Is this even logical in the first place? Part of what is so odd about the social media metaphor is simply that there are few historical examples of social contexts that combine communication and attention-seeking with such intensity and ubiquity, along with trying to negotiate the general lack of communication or attention most of the attention-seeking efforts inspire. In a way, posts on social media are advertisements of our loneliness. What makes an unread newsletter any different?

I have a kind of guilty nostalgia for the semi-private experience of LiveJournal, back before we understood the implications of putting one’s most embarrassing experiences on a platform soon to be purchased by unknown Russians. While I have generally begun to have less interest in text-based media as mediators of communication, LiveJournal was a place for the kind of reflection that journaling offers, while being also hilarious and at least for me, an impetus to take my own problems way less seriously, because it was more entertaining to note my own stupidity. There’s probably some layers of avoidance baked in to that as well- more of a spiritual bypass than an actual loving of my own feckless humanity, but these things are not binary.

I come back to a kind of presence and present when I remember that a sense of purpose has been revealed to me, that I don’t really matter so much– or rather, that the construction of me doesn’t matter, though I matter fully and equally to any other thing, being, or human.

Does writing support this purpose? I think so. Does a newsletter support the purpose? I really don’t know. My sense is that I’m much better at asking good questions than having answers. If going down inquiry road with me leads other people to connect more with the underlying idea that freedom, responsibility, and belonging are the same thing, maybe? I’m unsure that reaching this conclusion can come from anything other than practice. But perhaps for some reason there’s value in sharing my practice with you (because there must be a you, as the tree falling would agree). There’s no more that that, is there? Just the intention of love that can somehow be alchemically infused into the electrons moving and also not moving, the virtual that is also what is.