Why These last 100 posts made me ask why. Likes and attention are tempting. I’ve questioned if a blog is the right place to be. Writers I follow on social media have already moved to Substack. Everybody seems to be thriving there. Sometimes blog aggregators make me rush to count votes each morning. Analytics, votes, replies, mentions… “How did my posts do yesterday?” I’ve had to remind myself to write for one person. To build something I like. To do it for my own health. To quiet my inner critic. Inspiration Since May, I’ve started to take walks every day. Every afternoon, I get outside to breathe fresh air and stretch my legs. I’ve noticed how my mood changes when I do it. Even if that’s just to walk around my block. Maybe I’m just convincing myself to keep walking. I leave my phone behind every time. On Sundays, I go analog. To capture ideas, I use old receipts and a tiny pencil that fits into my wallet. I’ve learned not to rely on my phone for notes. Paper doesn’t run out of…
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