I wrote a daily blog for 1,000+ days and then stopped. Since I stopped in January of 2020 I’ve written less than 100 posts. What happened?
When I think back to my hay day of writing – back when I was cranking out long blog posts, weekly newsletters, daily blog posts, and my book – it was mostly during college. And it was easy to write in college because I felt like I knew what was going on. I felt successful. I had internships, did well in school, led the entrepreneurship club, worked on side projects, met interesting people and got invited to cool events.
Then you graduate and you’re suddenly no longer successful. You’re paying rent, buying groceries, driving to work every day, and not sure how to feel about it all. So you start to question everything. Where should I live? What should I do? How do I stay fit and healthy? How do I make new friends?
Suddenly it feels like you know nothing. What do you write when you’re not sure what the answers are?
And that’s kind of how it’s felt over the past five or so years. Who am I to keep writing when I don’t know anything?
But writing is discovery. Writing is more than sharing answers and cheat codes. Writing is documentation expression, art.
This feeling that we need to pick a niche and be experts creates a crushing level of imposter syndrome. So I’m just going to write whatever. I’m going to disobey the common advice to pick a niche. It might be about entrepreneurship, tennis, technology, coffee shops, travel, golf, family, creative process, books or anything.
And hopefully through that process of writing what I enjoy, I’ll get back to feeling the joy of writing.