Category: Ken’s Corner of Concern
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By Ken Hollow, algorithmically ghosted and emotionally contagious You ever post something, watch it tank, and then immediately question every life choice that led you to this moment? Yeah. That’s me. Twice a week. Every post dies.Every reel flops.Every story reply is a spam bot or someone DMing me about their course. Meanwhile, the only…
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By Ken Hollow, professionally lost and brand-consistent There was a time when I had a job title. Graphic designer. Easy. Understandable. You say it and people nod politely and think of logos and Helvetica. Then came the pivot.Then came Instagram.Then came the bios. Now I write things like “Creative strategist for emotionally burnt-out brands,” and…
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By Ken Hollow, formerly a designer, now a priest of pixelated vibrations There was a time when I thought I knew what “branding” meant. Fonts. Colors. Maybe a logo if you’re feeling fancy. Then came Nana Vix.Then came the stickers.Then came the spiritual frequency alignment spreadsheet that lives rent-free in my nightmares. Let me explain.…
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By Ken Hollow, emotionally available and algorithmically punished It happens every time. I post something real. Vulnerable. Messy. The kind of caption where I admit I’m not thriving, I’m just hitting deadlines with a pulse and a prayer. And without fail: Let’s unpack why honesty is the fastest way to torpedo engagement. 🔹 Aesthetic >…
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By Ken Hollow, digitally exhausted and financially underwhelmed Let me preface this by saying I did everything “right.” I followed the gurus. I watched the webinars. I took notes in Notion like my life depended on it (because, in a way, it did). And then I did the thing every creator is told to do:…
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By Ken Hollow, certified human (barely) There was a time when I scoffed at AI-generated content. “Oh please,” I said, adjusting my ethically sourced hoodie. “People want real voices. Authenticity. Personality.” That was before I found myself, at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday, staring blankly at my 19th carousel caption of the week, whispering, “What…
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By Ken Hollow, spiritually disassociating via brand guidelines Every Monday starts the same. I open my laptop. I crack my knuckles. I take a deep breath. Then I get an email from Nana Vix’s assistant titled: “✨This Week’s Aura Forecast ✨” And I know — deep in my soul, or at least in my tired…
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By Ken Hollow, currently trapped inside his own brand voice It was supposed to be a joke. I had five minutes, an iced coffee, and a dangerously low tolerance for content calendars. I slapped together a quick reel — a satirical bit about client red flags using a trending sound, bad lighting, and a face…
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By Ken Hollow, unpaid astrologically and emotionally I was just about to schedule a launch. The posts were prepped. The hooks were tight. The carousel covers were giving “spiritual but monetizable.” And then, an email: “Hold everything. Mercury went retrograde.” It came from Nana Vix’s brand email — which is signed off with “Light, Love…
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By Ken Hollow, professionally stressed and personally short-circuiting It happened on a Tuesday — because of course it did. One second I was resizing a client’s Canva template, the next I was absolutely convinced I was dying. My chest tightened. My heart fluttered. My vision pulsed. I clutched my sternum like a Victorian widow and…