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Life’s matrix is rendered incomprehensible without the gift of Black literary works.
We use them as guides, medicine, and starstuff for alchemy.
They serve in good times and bad.
Read Black often to resurrect and to remember.
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Trading didn’t come into your life for money.
It comes to give you patience, give you emotional intelligence and increase discipline.
Trading will unlock your full potential not just financially but every aspect of life.
Dekera G. Rodriguez retweeted
In stressful moments, never forget this:
Your brain has an in-built negativity bias.
This means that if you let it run wild, it will...
• Foster and intensify negative emotions
• Highlight past losses and failures
• Downplay present abilities and achievements
• Exaggerate future obstacles
• Prioritise negative information over positive information
That's just the way it works (for all of us, by the way!)
But the good news is:
Your brain also has the wonderful capacity to choose one thought over another.
You can observe your brain do all of those silly, unhelpful things—and then consciously choose a more positive and empowering thought. Reminding myself of this negativity bias has been super helpful in observing my thoughts without getting lost in them, and then moving past them.
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That's all for today, thanks for reading!
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Until next time.
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Gold before shovels.
During the Gold Rush, the people who made the most money weren't the prospectors looking for gold, but those selling shovels.
This anecdote gets thrown around a lot lately because we are in another gold rush: the creator economy.
The fracturing of the mainstream media and the proliferation of new tech tools means it is easier than ever to make money as a creator. A camera, a keyboard, and the internet: this is what you need to build an audience and change your life.
Huge changes are afoot and a lot of people will get rich, but this is where the gold rush analogy falls apart. The reason people got rich selling shovels during the gold rush was that prospecting for gold was zero-sum: you had to hit the motherlode to get rich. Selling shovels was much steadier business.
This is not the case today. Fifteen years ago @kevin2kelly laid out the blueprint for creators in his essay 1,000 true fans. Today, a creator can earn a living from the direct support of a thousand committed fans, each spending $8 per month.
Many have started this journey and found it difficult. They have to upskill themselves. They often graciously turn and offer lessons on what they have learned.
I have witnessed that here, many creators fall into a trap. The immediate gratification from sharing and selling lessons on "how to be a creator" eclipses the reason they got into the creating business in the first place.
There are a lot of innovative, noble, hard-working people making tools and content for creators. I admire their vision and that they provide a needed service. And I really admire their work ethic. After all, we need shovels to find the gold!
But there are others who get frustrated honing their craft. They then pivot to selling tools to other aspiring creators. After they've built an audience and got some cashflow, they get frustrated nobody wants the stories and ideas they really care about.
If helping creators doesn't speak to you, resist that temptation. The world needs more good ideas. The world needs more great stories.
So hone your craft. Keep making art. Find your people.
Put gold before shovels.
Dekera G. Rodriguez retweeted
Life’s matrix is rendered incomprehensible without the gift of Black literary works.
We use them as guides, medicine, and starstuff for alchemy.
They serve in good times and bad.
Read Black often to resurrect and to remember.
Dekera G. Rodriguez retweeted
Episode 1 of Drapetomaniax, my new Black history podcast is OUT NOW!
This week, @roywoodjr & @JoyAnnReid tells you how an escaped slave became the most feared Black man in America AND its first Black superhero
Listening , subscribe & SHARE!
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My latest essay on the Lion of Anacostia, freedom, and Shakespeare gone wrong. dekeragreenerodriguez.substa…
As a child, getting out of school for summer felt like Christmas, and school’s return felt like New Year’s Day.
We reveled in the gift of summer’s initiation and made resolutions towards a better, banner year at its close.
Summer was an oasis.
My grandma worked for over 55 years with the summer lunch program at the Alvin Community Center and ensured that it was an oasis for children, parents, and the seniors that visited the community center each summer.
This was her dancing July 4th weekend in 2019. She was a refuge. This is my first summer without her. She passed one month before her 89th birthday this past November. When I see memories like this, my heart smiles.
The history of the Summer Lunch Program growing out of the Black Panther Party Free Breakfast program really brings home this tradition for me.
The beauty of how a Black liberation movement gave birth to nourishment, play, and safety, for millions of generations of children. And the American government co-opted that as a measure to stop recruitment into the movement.
My Grandma was not a Panther, but through her intentional service to her small community, she made a magnitude of difference.
This week, this summer especially, my first without my Grandma, I really feel her presence with me. Like Summer Lunch, I almost feel her love as a physical presence, one that feels like a retreat, a special and loving oasis.
If you’d like to read more, you can find the essay about summer lunch and my beautiful grandmother here: open.substack.com/pub/dekera…
In 1945, Zora Neale Hurston wrote to Dr. W.E.B. DuBois asking him to fund a cemetery for the "illustrious Negro dead."
Fifteen years later, in 1960, her neighborhood had to take up a collection to bury her after she died in the St. Lucie County Welfare Home.

ALT Zora Neale Hurston is smiling (possibly a mid-sentence laugh) in a dark fur-neck wool coat, with a hat covering her head and a feather diagonally attached to the cap. She is standing before a concrete wall with three small drops of paint against it. This is a black-and-white photo. Photo credit: Courtesy of Yale University Library/PBS found online at: https://www.kpbs.org/news/2023/01/11/american-experience-zora-neale-hurston-claiming-a-space
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