I’ve been writing daily for the past few years.
It was a habit I forced myself to pickup because I was tired of the sporadic bursts happening beforehand. I needed the consistency, even if no one was ever going to read those words.
It also turned me from a person who constantly started projects, into one that finished them.
No matter how tired, or if I was traveling, I would find some time and some way to write.
This past weekend, I had the honour of celebrating my little sister’s wedding. In the midst of the busyness and the celebrating, I didn’t make the time to write.
The world didn’t fall apart, nor did it become an existential crisis, but it just felt strange.
That’s when I knew that writing is something I need to do.
In other words, expect a lot more out of me going forward.