As far as I can tell, the wide majority of media-consuming Americans believe something like this : the more I produce, and the more people who know me, the more successful I am. We also believe, and are taught, that success means that we have to gain influence over, at the very least, a fraction up to large swaths of people we know or don’t know. We definitely should be the envy of our peers. You, as a human, must get good at something, get known for it, and get paid for it. You must buy the clothes with the money you got paid for working and you must wear them to the parties you get invited to. You definitely met the people who host the parties though the people who pay you or someone who pays someone else you know.
The woman who started free bread was a machine. She was the media-consuming american who who was longing for something to get good at. Something to get known for, something to believe in. Sometimes I forget I was like that. Sometimes I become fearful that I will become like that again. That woman found something that she could produce, something to actually make revenue, something she could learn about and maybe to Excel in.
So as a result of a Celiac Disease diagnosis I was told I had to quit eating gluten. I would like to point out here that my doctor was a gastroenterologist with a lisp. So after the endoscopy and colonoscopy he called me in to diagnose me with a disease I had never heard of, Theliac. This was 2008, So close to the financial crisis.
Five months ago I halted production at Free Bread Inc. I want to tell the story about the company I killed but I confess that I have always assumed that no one would care. And then after some thought I decided that I don’t care if people don’t care. That will have to be another post, why I quit caring that nobody cares.
- Free Bread was like a very sick child as a result of decisions that I, its ‘mother,’ made over time
- Free Bread was not going to get better under my care alone.
I QUIT EVERYTHING 