Once I hit “publish” on my final 315th article, I didn’t really feel what I anticipated to really feel.
No overwhelming pleasure. No massive sense of accomplishment. Not even aid.
Only a pause. A silence. Like ending an extended, exhausting marathon and realizing… you’re nonetheless standing. Nonetheless respiration. And weirdly nonetheless hungry for extra.
That’s after I determined to strive one thing completely different. One thing slightly unplanned. An experiment.
Effectively, right here’s the plot..
Once I first began writing on Medium, I genuinely believed I might submit a narrative day-after-day. I wasn’t aiming for perfection i simply needed consistency. At the moment, I used to be new. And each time I learn the work of some senior writers, I’d get this burst of motivation. They’re doing it. Why can’t I?
So, I wrote. Every single day. Some items have been stable. Some? Not a lot. However I stored exhibiting up.
It felt good a minimum of at first. Till I hit that quiet, creeping part the place one thing didn’t sit proper anymore.
