I really don’t.

Does a part of me hope you read this?


Do I hope you gain value when you read it?


But in the end, I’m not writing for you. I’m writing for myself. I’m being selfish.

I’ve been on a daily blog post streak for two weeks.

Yesterday, I released a podcast, but I didn’t write a blog post. All day, I tried to convince myself that releasing the podcast counts. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt for not writing. I recorded that podcast a month ago and it was all set to release. All I had to do was add the intro/outro and upload it. I felt like I was using my podcast as a cop-out to not write because I didn’t feel like it.

So, I wrote two today. This one and that one.

I know that writing every day and putting my thoughts and ideas out there for the world to see is good for me.

Writing is creating. Creating is putting ideas into reality. Putting ideas into reality is paramount to having an impact on the world and the people around you.

Writing every day is a practice in discipline. I don’t always feel like writing, but I do it anyways because I previously decided that it would be good for me. I didn’t feel like writing tonight, but I sat down and forced myself to do it. Now I’m feeling great.

Publishing a post every day consistently puts me in the spotlight – a place where fear is abundant. Instead of avoiding this fear, I get to play with it every day. Now I’m comfortable with it. Putting my ideas out there for the world to see guarantees I will be judged, disagreed with, scrutinized, praised, commended, or any combination.

So I will continue to put my blinders on. I will create and ship every day, even when I don’t feel like it. I will continue to do this for myself because I know it’s good for me.