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The Garden Variety — Week 52 (Dec 28–Jan 3)

Film: It's a Wonderful Life (1946) | CTA: Big Ticket Copywriting ($97)


There's a scene early in It's a Wonderful Life that almost nobody talks about because it's too uncomfortable to sit with.

Mr. Gower, the pharmacist, is drunk and grieving — he just got word his son died of influenza. He puts poison into a prescription by accident. The capsules are ready to go. George Bailey, twelve years old, realizes what happened. He doesn't deliver them. He goes to Mr. Gower and tries to explain, and Gower, in his grief, beats him hard across the ear — the ear George loses his hearing in later, the ear that keeps him out of the war. George still doesn't deliver the capsules.

Nobody in Bedford Falls ever gets sick. Nobody ever knows why. Gower never speaks of it to anyone. Twenty years pass.


What Clarence the angel shows George isn't a warning about what will happen if he dies. It's documentation of what already happened before that night on the bridge. In Pottersville, Gower is the town drunk — because nobody stopped him, and the guilt destroyed him. Harry drowns as a kid — because George wasn't there. Mary ends up alone, a librarian who doesn't recognize a single person from her actual life — because the person who knew her best was removed from her history.

The revelatory thing about the movie is that the inventory of George's life only becomes legible in negative. You need the erasure to read what was there.

He thought the measure was everything he didn't build. The skyscrapers he drew in his college journal. The cities he was going to see. The career he was supposed to have before his father died and he stayed. He'd been measuring himself against those things his whole life. The actual measure was somewhere else entirely.


I get emails from people I worked with years ago. Not because they need something — just checking in, a few lines. Sometimes they mention something I wrote for them is still running, still pulling. Sometimes they say a conversation we had at the start of a project changed how they thought about the whole thing. I had no idea any of this was in the system while it was happening.

The economy of acknowledgment is strange. People don't call in the moment something clicks. They call years later, or never. You do the work, it goes somewhere, and the downstream is invisible until it's not. You finish a year and look at the list of projects and think you know what it added up to, and you're probably wrong about the most important parts.


The year-end essay as a form exists specifically for this. Not to summarize — anyone can summarize — but to read the year backward, the way Clarence reads George's life backward. The Longreads personal narrative tradition does something different from the business retrospective: writers trying to find out what the year was actually for, as opposed to what they planned it for.

The best ones are uncomfortable because they revise. What the writer thought was important — the project that had all their attention, the thing they were sure about — turns out to not be the thing. The thing was something smaller, some quiet accumulation they were barely tracking. The year-end essay is honest when it admits you only know what something meant after the fact.

Most people don't write the essay. They move directly to January.


You don't find out what you meant to people until you're gone, so start acting like it.


Big Ticket Copywriting is $97. It's the positioning work — figuring out what you're actually for before you need someone to explain it to you. Not the year-end retrospective. The year-start clarity.

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— Brandyn


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