Sunday Journaling Prompt: When was the last time you interfered? 📔🖋️✨
Midlife often teaches us to avoid drama at all costs, i.e., "Not my circus. Not my monkeys." But when was the last time you broke this rule?
Fellow Empresses, a little Sunday night prompt…
Yes, midlife often teaches us to avoid drama at all costs, i.e., "Not my circus. Not my monkeys." But sometimes it also grants us a “zero-f*cks verve” that enables us to say or do things we might not ordinarily undertake so…
When was the last time you interfered? What prompted you to say or do something out of the ordinary? What was the outcome? Did you feel righteous for having spoken up? Or did you get caught in a sh*tstorm, not of your own making?
For me, I am actually about to interfere in something big time…
A close friend of mine was swindled out of a great deal of money in what amounts to a highly reckless business model that turned out to be a very elaborate, shiny Ponzi scheme. What makes this one slightly more interesting than your average MLM or even a Bernie Madoff story is the celebrity players involved—people that you all know and admire, and now I come to find that between all the SEC filings, profit and loss statements I’ve reviewed… a curious set of phone records tying the main, very charismatic character in the story to Ghislaine Maxwell, Jeffrey Epstein, and his infamous Epstein Island. And who knew what and when—makes for loads of blind alleys and palace-like intrigue, if executed right.
Now, I’m not a journalist. In my heart of hearts, I’m a comedy writer who thinks about the absurd situations people find themselves in and I attempt to frame them into rollicking good yarns with clear act breaks and juicy characters whose hearts are in deep conflict with themselves as the main story engine. So, I’m interfering here, but through the device of fiction. I’m the random person on the subway watching the couple argue, going to the boyfriend, “I am SO going to write about you gaslighting her, dude.” And she’s saying, “You go right ahead, sister!”
But I gotta tell you, it’s a little scary because even though the book is crazy tongue in cheek and Carl Hiaasen-esque in its tone, I’ve never written anything so “ripped from the headlines” before and it’s a beet skeery. (Cue my bad Kiwi accent from my fave guilty pleasure Wellington Paranormal.)
So, at the moment it’s super fun to write, but I do wonder about the fallout when it makes it to print. I mean, the last time I interfered in people's social goings-on was sneaking a Cards Against Humanity game into an Evangelical Christian’s Thanksgiving dinner... and it was THE BEST! (People had so much fun even if there was an insane amount of blushing.) This is a touch different.
But, what about you? When have you stirred the pot? Spoken up? Every day? Lol…
Yours in Grandeur and heavy sh*t,
LORDY this is exciting! I think I've actually been interrupting my own pathways of BS lately, more than anyone else's. But can't wait to read your take-down of that sitch!