This doesn’t make me feel good.
I think I pledged at the beginning of the year (I don’t make resolutions!) to write more.
My birthday just passed (yay me!) and I pledged again to write more. Above anything else, I am a writer. I think.
And it isn’t as if I don’t write at all. I post long-form musings on social media. I write a lot for work. I send somewhat lengthy emails from time to time. OK, maybe that last one doesn’t count.
There’s some paralysis from analysis involved. Do I want to write about my life? Because I’ve been thinking I could use this space as a working memoir of sorts. Do I want to write about the podcast? Do I want to write about lifestyle stuff? Do I want to write about music?
This changes multiple times a day. I suppose I could write about it all, but I feel like I probably work better with focus. But then I feel like when I focus I kinda box myself in. So…
…I don’t know. I am going to will myself to use this space more.