You know the bit no one talks about?
Not the idea.
Not the filming.
Not the editing.
Not the upload.
That all happens. Hyperfocus. Flow. Genius. Oscar-worthy performance in your own living room.
I’m talking about the after.
You’ve made the YouTube video.
You’ve exported it.
You’ve uploaded it.
You’ve even written the description like a responsible adult.
And then…
There’s The Tidying.
The deleting of 47 near-identical takes called:
There’s the desktop that now looks like a teenager’s bedroom.
There’s the question:
“Will I need that raw footage again?”
“Should I keep the B-roll?”
“What if I suddenly become Spielberg and need this in 2028?”
And here’s the problem.
The dopamine has left the building.
All executive function has clocked off.
The nervous system says:
“We survived. We uploaded. Why are we still working?”
So the files sit there.
Smiling at you.
For days.
Then you open your Mac three days later and think:
What even is this?
Do I need it?
Why is this called ‘IMG_4729 copy copy FINAL maybe’?
In irritation — you bin the lot.
Two days later:
“Oh. That was the intro I needed for the next video.”
Re-record.
Re-edit.
Re-live the shame.
Tell me I’m not alone.
Is this an ADHD thing?
Is this a human thing?
Or is this the creative equivalent of leaving the washing on the airer forever because technically it’s clean?
Please tell me you also have a digital graveyard.