What If It All Works Out?


Hey Reader,

I had the best six weeks of my career and I still had to talk myself into getting on the train.

That part I don't usually put in writing.

Carnegie Hall, where my name was in the Playbill and up on the screen for a film I produced the Audio Description for. San Diego Pride, over 200 floats described live, with Joshua Loya. Three panels at Comic-Con, including one where I coached alongside Scott Brick, TJ Storm and Eric Martin, and one called Comics for the Blind, where a Braille display carried moving images as touch. And we're halfway through BoothCamp, where people are finding things in their own reads.

Underneath every bit of that, the same resistance I've had my whole life.

I took another train to San Diego and got more groundwork done than I manage in a week at my desk. I wrote about that last week, and it carried into this one.

I also spent part of each of those days negotiating with myself about starting.

This morning I talked with friends who keep each other accountable, and one of them talked about self-accountability. The way most of us run it is browbeating. It's that voice that never lets up. I used to call it discipline.

My coach gave me a different one.

What if it all works out?

I have it in three places in my house now.

The resistance is still there. More like uncomfortable, unfamiliar. But things are changing.

The other one that's been working is smaller. I've talked about it publicly about the opportunities people have in adding Audio Description, going from "You need to do this" to "You get to do this."

I need to do this thing. Or, I get to do this thing.

What I keep finding is that the twenty minutes before the work is the impossible part. Then, not really so much.

I wrote up the six weeks, and what three of those rooms taught me about whether the work actually lands.​

What's your version of that line? The thing you say to yourself that helps, or the thing you say that doesn't. Hit reply. I'll keep on reading all of them.

-Roy

Nelson Mandela: "It always seems impossible until it's done."

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Roy Samuelson helps companies turn accessibility into unforgettable storytelling. His newsletter shares sharp insights on inclusive content, the craft of audio description, and how human + AI voice can build trust, clarity, and emotional impact.

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