And I’m back. Getting back on the ship and writing for another 30 days straight. The last time I succeeded was in 2021, and I did three stints of this. It felt really good.

I’ve been meaning to get back to writing and publishing again. I do write to myself – I journal or randomly dump my thoughts on paper throughout the day when I need to sort something out. But I haven’t shared anything in months.

Writing always makes me think better, especially when overwhelmed or pissed off about something. I write to get down to the belly of my angst so I can get rid of it. I hate being sabotaged by my own emotions. Stupid ego. I know it’s usually all in my head, and I need to get it out. From there, I can figure out what to do next, and then I feel lighter. I’m more hopeful and have more clarity.

I’m not sure why I don’t do it more often and regularly. I could blame it on lack of time, but I bullshit and browse the internet all day. Indeed, I could spare 10 minutes to write instead. I just need to schedule it on my calendar and do the damn thing when I’m supposed to do it.

I also worry about what to write. I know that’s normal, but still, the question is real. I’m more of a storyteller than an expert giving advice on whatever. It makes me feel silly when surrounded by many writers in this course who dish out great advice in lists and long threads on Twitter. My personal stories are not so useful then.

But I still love to write and share moments on my blog every now and then. This time I’ll do it more often, maybe even daily.