From December 8th until January 10th I wrote something for my blog every day. One night it didn’t get posted until 1 am, but still, every day before I went to sleep I wrote something and posted it.
Looking back on it now, it went by quickly. After the first week I was really just in the groove, not thinking too much about whether I wanted to post something or not just finding time to write something every day.
When I started, I was struggling with what to write. I spent hours on each post the first few days. Procrastinating. Sitting around trying to think of something great that I had some insight on. I was taking a long ass time every day, and it wasn’t going to work over the course of a month. Over time, it got easier.
Having the pressure to post something every day pushed me out of my comfort zone. The fact that I committed to posting led me to post things that I may never have posted. I posted some poems. I posted some personal stuff. I posted blogs about subjects that I didn’t feel well versed in.
Committing to blog everyday expanded the realm of what I am comfortable blogging about. I am more comfortable writing something artistic. I am more comfortable writing something philosophical. I am more comfortable writing something personal. And, I am more comfortable publishing things that aren’t perfect.
I knew that just because I hit publish on something didn’t mean I had to be certain, and an expert on it. I knew that, but I still felt it in some ways. Now I am comfortable putting something out there that I might change my mind about later. And I am more comfortable to put my thinking process out in the open.
It took a lot of time, but after 33 days, I feel great for having done it.
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