It’s clearly past New Year’s Resolution time but I have a new goal.
Ever since I was 10 years old, I wanted to be a writer. My mom would encourage me. My teachers would encourage me. I’d write my papers for school. I’d write stories for myself.
I’d come up with a million different story ideas and I jotted many of them down. I’ve started several websites and blogs. I even blogged regularly for a while but eventually, I let the excuses take over.
I kept coming up with reasons why I wasn’t ready to become a writer. Someone had written what I was planning to write and did it much better. I didn’t have enough life experience. I didn’t have time. I didn’t have time to submit proposals and manuscripts. I couldn’t handle rejection.
Now that we are in the Choose Yourself™ era, I still make excuses. What if someone in my family reads it? What if they hate what I write? I still don’t have time. I write mostly at night and now that others in the house stay up later, when will I write? I’ve failed to be consistent in the past and everyone hates me. What if someone realizes I should have been working and instead I was writing this blog post (although even though most of the time I post during the day, most of my writing is done at night).
And while those may still be valid concerns, I should take the advice I often give other people: Do it anyway. Who cares?
My goal for the foreseeable future is to publish one blog post per week here. I am not promising all of them will be good. Many will likely be bad. That’s the price of building a habit and putting myself out there.
It’s been something I’ve always wanted to do. That’s the big reason. It’s also because I’ve harped for years to my kids about how important speaking (we will come back to that at some point) and writing. I have to back my words up for me and for them.
So here goes…