I Just Can’t AI
AI may be a wonderful thing, I don’t really know. I’ve seen people use it and rave about it. But, I just can’t AI. I am talking about not using AI for what I write in my blog articles, the content of my websites, newsletters and social media posts. I am not passing judgement; I am speaking to my needs.
It has taken me literally years to unlock myself from a prison of fear. A prison of thick walls built up over decades. I feared being seen, being known, making mistakes. I feared offending people, and feared what they thought of me. I feared the way I looked and feared I wasn’t good enough. My fears were deeply rooted, wired like massive highways in my brain that controlled me and my reactions. After decades, my prison walls were thick.
Finding my way back to myself, to my voice has taken considerable, consistent effort. One of the tools that has helped me break through the walls, rewire my neural pathways and find my voice is through writing. Everything I write, from articles and posts to emails and newsletters require that I sit, fingers on the key board and feel my way through the fears and take the action. It takes extraordinary effort. Even now, I feel my stomach clench, I feel a rise of shame as I describe how much energy it takes to push the keys to spell out the words that translate what happens inside of me into words that others can understand.
Knowing the amount of effort it takes, the fear involved, the choice to use AI may seem like an easy short cut. The problem with taking that shortcut is I lose an opportunity to learn and grow in my awareness. My writing is a reflection of the energy I give to choosing one word over another to convey the ideas and emotions flowing through me in a given moment. The expressions of me are dynamic.
The prison I held myself in, the fear, is also dynamic. I look back over my life and see where I avoided doing this work. I see I let the fears win, forcing me into hiding, diminishing me. So, when the writing process is slow and arduous, I keep at it. I want the words I choose to be mine, a tool of facing my fear, a tool of connecting to me and opening myself to others. I choose the difficult path now. That is why, I just can’t ai.
That is my Breath. That is my Power.
May you find the power of your breath.
