a week later

It has taken a week.

Last week, after thinking and saying and maybe-ing, I started a daily blog. I didn’t announce I was starting a daily blog, I didn’t prepare to start a daily blog, I didn’t imagine what it would be a like to have a million-reader daily blog (because that’s where my mind invariably ends up at and I become slightly panicked about the implications and then decide that it’s terrible idea after all). I just wrote something, published it, and thus started a daily blog.

Now, one week later, I don’t know what to write about. It is almost 8pm, I’m sitting in my living room thinking like « shit, what do I do now? ». I looked for ideas in my commonplace book. I started writing about a couple of ideas. But it didn’t really ring any bell. I could just not publish anything. I mean, I don’t think anyone is reading this, so it won’t really change anything, right? Except it does. Because I started a daily blog. Because this was something that I wanted to do for a long time and I finally did it, instead of overthinking it. Because I want to do it, even though today feels uncomfortable.

So this is what this piece is about.

Sometimes the most difficult thing is to start. And sometimes the most difficult thing is to keep going. And if it’s difficult, it’s probably a good sign. I don’t need to write that piece, because countless people are written about the benefits of resistance and stretching yourself.

So I will just write this: you do it for you. Because no one else will.