Few things I have learned.
I thought I hated writing, I was never good at any language grammar and my last bigger piece was my master thesis, which was a bit more painful to write. In reality, I don’t hate it. I quite like it, even though I’m not particularly good at it.
A lot of thoughts come and go. Writing makes me hold a thought and work with it for a longer period of time. Usually, I would just pace in a kitchen while waiting for water to boil. Once the tea would be poured, the thought would be gone for the next six months, just to resurface with some childhood trauma. I need to find out if one of my childhood bullies sells “six-pack in two weeks” machines.
It became a good outlet to try to describe thoughts in a more “linear fashion”. Trying to start somewhere, get a point across and then wrap it up. I know, there is a lot to fix there.
The anxiety from writing was swiftly replaced by anxiety from publishing. I have 12 drafts at the moment and probably tens of thousands of words in them. I was never a person who enjoyed a conflict, so I’m worried that in the future a potential employer will tell me “It’s all good, we just don’t like that you’ve mocked LinkedIn recruiting practices, which we strongly stand by, so take it down”. Or something like that.
I need three days to switch from my daily work pattern to enjoy writing something. It used to be around two days, so I managed to write something on Sunday evening, but lately, it has been around three days. My most productive days were over Christmas and today (the 4th day of Easter). Thinking about it, this could be a good indicator of my general mental health.
There is a lot of topics to cover, and I jump from one to another. I thought the blog would take a completely different path. At least, it is some form of an outlet for me.
Same as insurance, another year of owning the domain is much more expensive.
Grammarly cannot save me.
Just above average 