The Unscripting Journal
What happens when you write not for consumption or creativity but coherence.
Welcome to the Unscripting Journal.
This like this post is researched from experience not a paper.
It contains thoughts, not conclusions, it takes you on a journey not tells you how to think.
The work I do, the philosophy I follow is all based on the relationships between the world and the individual. That is not something that can always fit cleanly on a page without it sounding… vague… vapid or not grounded in real life experience.
I love to read papers, to understand complex philosophy and to discover how it aligns with my own life. But that doesn’t happen immediately. It takes time… and in between that time. It’s messy.
The concept of Unscripting was an attempt to name something that doesn’t quite have the words. It was an experience, not a marketing claim. It’s taking assigned scripts on identity, gender, business, marketing, communication, productivity and un-tying them and seeing what lies beneath, between and beyond.
Taking them from where they first were placed and playing with them to create coherence.
So many coaches/business owners talk about things from the solution. They boil down complex relationships into package-able snippets. Scripts.
These scripts stripping context by necessity. The aim is to teach, to show, to share, to fit a word count. It’s to sell a solution. One that can be turned into a sexy headline. One that sounds good and strokes broadly enough that it hints at what’s there, but hides it behind a façade.
This front is enough to keep it clean for consumption but what about the stuff that’s in process… the messy bits in between… where you’re thinking out loud… how you came to the decisions you had… what it feels like to run a business as a real person.
Not a performance of what should be. But an experience of what is.
So this (and other entries in The Unscripting Journal) will be exploring that and more.
Blurring the lines beyond the task lists and timers, into my own lived experience.
And it starts with the first page.
The First Page
The words alive flying from the page
The sound a symphony of a soul
A sense of sensibility from somewhere that never speaks.
A place upon the precipice of she.
A balance between the built
A beginning of an end
Unsortable, unsupported, unsuggested.
It begins again. It screams.
An ache a longing to be suggested, to be succeeded
The beat of anticipation, screaming
The rhythm of remembering, screaming
The relinquishing of relevance.
Of control. Unrepenting. Unreserved, Universal.
That line about unscripting identities really struck me. How do you think we start to untangle those scripts in a world that loves labels? It feels like peeling an onion, but without the tears, hopefully.