Eighty-seven days ago, I resumed publishing on this website.
I wrote because I needed to put my thoughts and ideas somewhere accessible.
Not everything published here is good, nor do I expect it to be.
But the fact that they’re here is reassuring.
Because at any point, I can review my writings, and if there’s a post I want to expand on—perhaps another post or an entire article—I can easily do that.
Every day, I sit down and type on my computer to publish something. It’s become so ingrained in my daily rituals that I would go to bed, wondering if I had published something, not realizing that I had already done so.
To me, publishing daily became second-nature. It’s like eating breakfast or drinking water: something I do every day out of necessity.
It’s also something that I do without thinking. Like learning to ride a bike, I struggled with knowing what to do at first. But the more attempts I made, the less thinking was required of me.
Obviously, I need to think about what to write. But the writing itself is done without much thinking.
Writing became part of my life. And it’s up to me to determine how large the part will become.
How much writing will I do?
How much more can be done?