I’ve been crafting these blog posts for a little over three years at this point. I remember forcing myself to sit down and write the first one. This was the start of something new. I hate obligation, most of all I hate obligation that is foisted onto my shoulders.
That day, I felt like I was undertaking something that I was putting on myself and I wasn’t sure if I would keep writing or fizzle out after a few days. Yet here we are.
It hasn’t been bad, it’s been really good. I’ve committed to something for three years and it’s become part of what I do every day. That makes me happy in a tingles-in-the-chest kind of way. I have proved to myself that I can stick with something for a long period of time.
There is, however still something lacking. My writing is awkward, clumsy, and bland as cardboard very often.
I want to use more colorful language, more expressive words, more unknown vocabulary that might make reading more fun. The content of my writing needs to be grounded in something I can make better and share that with you. I talk too much about myself and stuff I like at the expense of being a better writer. I want to keep writing and I will keep working on becoming a better writer.