I don’t write for you. Although I think about you, I write for myself.
I write daily. At least one page every morning before anybody else wakes up. It makes 365 pages a year. But why would I do that?
I do it to remind myself every day of what is important. To try to understand things that I didn’t quite grasp yet.
Writing structures and re-structures my thinking daily. It is a habit that gives me energy and clarity. Things that I would need later during the day.
Inspiration never joins me when I start. It is a dude who visits me at his consent. And he probably has a hangover because he likes to sleep late. But when he joins the process, I feel like I could fly. Those days are priceless.
It is Sunday morning now. And I didn’t have anything else to say just now. And yet, today I started like I always do.
And this time it was just to remind myself of why would I do it tomorrow too.
What is it that you do daily, just for you?