Writing requires two directions of attention.
I look inward to find the words, the ideas, the reasons.
I look outward—at the screen, at the page (though that happens less often)—to judge what I’ve written and rethink it.
That’s why writing is hard.
You have to admit that your thoughts are rarely clear, then do the work of making them so.
That’s why I’ve been avoiding this blog, but also why I’ve held onto it.
It’s my place to think in public—and to share that thinking.
For the last years it’s been like paying for a gym membership and never going.
Life filled the space. I wasn’t sure what I had to say anymore, or if anyone would care to read it.
But if I look hard enough, I do have something to say. I don’t care if anyone reads it, and I’ve been making space for less important things.
I’m going to start showing up.