I have a bunch of half-written blog posts, waiting for that little push over to the edge of the “Publish” button. My over-ambitious brain wants everything to be perfect. All the details must be just right; the images edited professionally. With every passing day, my heart loses interest in picking up those threads.
Every day, I tell myself, “Today is the day!” When life gets in the way, I sigh, “Better luck tomorrow.”
Today, I just thought I’d say how much I love the Medium Daily Newsletter. In an age where all email is selling something, I have finally found something worth reading.
I’ve been here long enough to recall that famous WordPress-featured home page, where I’d randomly discover amazing life stories. I met new people online through their blogs, some of them in person too!
Today, everyone is just peddling the same formula to gain eyeballs, and ultimately make a quick buck. What used to be a community, is now a platform. We had playful prompts to make us write silly things without a worry in the world. What was a creative outlet, a hobby, is now a profession to be milked with every last SEO-ed word.
Looking at everything around me, I wonder, is writing still worth it? Who even reads stuff anymore. And then, I see this breath of fresh air in my inbox, that I want to read. Something more than “10 ways to do something right.” A real human being sharing an idea worth sharing with a friend. It’s one of the few things that makes me want to read and write again. To stop overthinking. Even if it’s that one thought that sounds like a status note on a social media site.
Is this diary entry worth reading? Probably not. Will people search for it? My AI assistant sidebar says no. But did I need it for myself? Absolutely.
Musings of an eccentric mind 