Yesterday I posted an article called “Be a chicken not a rat.”
Firstly, that is the worst title I’ve ever thought of in my life. It’s just plain ugly. Secondly, the article is rough, doesn’t flow, and is—in three words—a rough draft. I didn’t edit. I didn’t sleep on it. I just wrote it, threw in a filtered picture of the dishes I just washed, and published that sucker.
But you know what? I got ten likes in the span of two hours. Which may be a record for me. Crappy post or not, people liked what I was saying. Which was great considering I didn’t even write it for you guys. I wrote it for me. I hadn’t written a blog post since last October and, although I have several writing prompts, I haven’t done anything with them because I told myself I didn’t have time. And then I started procrastinating and pushing it lower and lower on my list of priorities then I got into a funk. “Why even write?” I despondently asked myself.
So yesterday morning I decided to just write some crap and put it out there. Just do it. Get out of that funk and break the cycle of can’t, won’t, and why. Don’t worry about what it looks like, just write it down and hit that publish button.
And here I sit, writing again. Because I realized that if I wanted to stop feeling like crap, I should write that crap. Right now.
“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”
– Lemony Snicket