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Why Write?


I do hope to encourage anyone who reads these posts. I hope I could even inspire others to be better versions of themselves and to make a greater impact on the world around them. But part of why I do this is for me.

I do not like to write and this is uncomfortable for me. Yet, I am forcing myself to create something every day. By giving myself a daily deadline, I seek to inoculate myself against procrastination. I must deliver something, finished or not, by the end of the day for anyone to see. And maybe even more importantly, for anyone to judge.

I like black and white, right or wrong. I like to know that I can follow the necessary steps, the right formula, and eventually get myself to the correct solution. In college I became very fond of mathematics, partly because there was a definite solution to every problem, a starting point and an end. There was certainty, there was comfort.

There are no right answers in writing but yet I can still be “wrong” or at least criticized by a reader. My thoughts might be welcomed or rejected and I won’t know which until it’s too late. There is no certainty here or defined solutions. There is no formula, just a blank page upon which I must create.

This pushes me out of my comfort zone and demands I face the Resistance – the quiet voice inside telling me to take the easy road, the defined path. Writing stretches me and challenges me. I hope you can get something positive out of each post but I felt you must know part of this is selfish. God has blessed me too much for me to be content as the person I am today. I must progress and improve. That is why I write.

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