As I sit here in front of a blank screen thinking about what to write it crosses my mind that I could just not write today. Would it really be that big of a deal if I didn’t write anything? Is anyone just waiting on Facebook (typically the first place I promote a new post) to see if I’ve posted something new for their enjoyment? Are they waiting for a Tuesday morning e-mail? Have the last 3 months of continual Tuesday and Thursday posts created a desire for more?
And then it occurs to me, why does it matter? The person who cares the most if I write or not is me. For the last three months I’ve written more consistently (and better in my opinion) than I ever have; I’ve created a new habit for writing, not out of obligation to my readers, but out of obligation to myself and I’m scared to let that slip.
Writing is an outlet that I greatly need. There is no question in my mind that I want to help you and challenge you with my writing, but more selfishly I want to help and challenge myself and I don’t want to stop. I’m scared of the slippery slope that missing a post might lead me to. It could lead to another 18 month hiatus from the best outlet I’ve ever had and thwart my mission of continual self and financial improvement, or it could mean nothing. I just don’t want to take that risk. I will not cheat myself.
It’s funny how we keep ourselves honest.
Oh look; I just wrote a post.
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