This is my 100th post on this blog. I suppose that is a milestone of sorts. I started writing to this blog on October 31, 2018 with a post about Halloween and have kept up every day since. According to Seth Godin, the first 1,000 are the most difficult. Actually, it was on recommendation from Seth’a blog that I started down this path – I was curious to see what would happen. I don’t know that I’ll stick with it to see 1,000 (and I also don’t know that I won’t) but I do plan to continue for at least a few more months. The experience has been oddly cathartic. About half of these first 100 posts have been well-worn ideas knocking about in my head for years. The other half are captured from observations or experiences that resulted in a specific feeling or thought. Opening the brain to pay attention has been one benefit. A second benefit comes from slowing down sufficiently to synthesize the thoughts. I’m not certain where this process is leading, but there is a feeling of very gradually becoming “unstuck” from one place, creating opportunity to move to someplace new.
I remind myself that while I’m aware others are reading these posts, the reason I’m writing them is for myself. I feel some embarrassment there is a clearly self-indulgent quality in these words, but I’ve also resigned myself to accept that fact. Apparently, that’s what needs to be.
It has always been a part of the equation to make these posts public. The fact they may be read compels me to inspect what I’m writing and make sure it accurately captures what I’m thinking, at least as best as I am capable. Also, knowing there is an audience fuels my commitment to try to not miss a day.
The publishing of these thoughts creates an invitation to view the process as it works through me. Nonetheless the writing itself is a deeply personal undertaking, and the process is an internal one.