Not that I particularly expect anyone to notice, but I haven’t written a new blog post in almost a month.
And it feels great.
The pressure’s off. I’m not really sure why I ever felt pressure to blog—it’s not a rational thing. But I do know my own psychology enough to realize that I’m driven by the self-imposed pressure to continue doing things once I’ve started doing them. I used to feel my chest beginning to constrict and my breathing becoming faster if I saw a blog post date more than a week old. I wasn’t particularly concerned about what people would think—I was falling short of my own expectations. I didn’t like to see my blog with an old stamp on it, any more than I like coming home to a sink filled with dirty dishes. I had never made a promise to anyone about how often I would blog, but I felt that I was bound by an implicit law. If I owned a blog, I thought, it was my moral duty to keep it up to date with fresh content.
And then one day, I decided that enough was enough. I’m not sure what day that was, exactly. But I just decided that I was done pressuring myself to write at fixed intervals.
But, more importantly, there was another factor driving my decision to walk away from the keyboard: blogging was not moving me toward my goals. It was taking up valuable time that could have been put to better use doing practical things. Sure, it was fun. It’s fine as a hobby. But hobbies don’t deserve to get the same priority as business activities. Previously, I was treating blogging as if it were a business activity. No one has ever paid me a dime to write a blog post. But there were nights that I didn’t let myself go to bed until I had written a blog post.
What a perfect way to siphon the joy out of a hobby.
I recently read an excellent pictorial article about the differences between being a hobbyist photographer and starting a photography business. The exact same concept applies to writing. Now, don’t get me wrong. I never consciously thought that my blog was a “business.” I never expected checks to start arriving in the mailbox as a result of my blog posts, no matter how brilliant I thought they were. But I was acting out of habit, unconsciously and automatically. I would tell myself that I “have to” write a blog post. A hobby isn’t something you have to do. Right now, I don’t have to write this blog post. I’m writing it because I felt like writing it.
I do a lot of writing at work as a part of my job. But that kind writing is different. I do it whether I feel like it or not. I don’t always feel like it. However, that’s not a problem when you’re getting paid. My blog was in a third category. It was the worst of both worlds. It wasn’t fun, and it wasn’t paying the bills. I was stressing over non-existent deadlines. Blogging wasn’t the least bit fun anymore. It was just an obligation. It was drudgery. It was another item on my to-do list that I resented doing.
No more. I refuse to profane my art form any longer.
When will I post on this blog again? Who knows. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. Maybe next year. Maybe never. But should I choose to post again, it will be because inspiration struck, not because I felt like I had to.

April 15th, 2013
dave
I wish someone had explained some things to me before I went to college.
I’ve been reading a lot of Napoleon Hill lately. I used to gloss over Hill’s work impatiently, thinking to myself, “Yeah, yeah, I already get this stuff.” But here’s what I wasn’t being honest about. I understood Hill’s concepts intellectually, but for the most part, I didn’t practice them. There came a point when I had to ask myself: how can I say that I “get” something if I don’t do it?
As an overly creative person, I have wasted a lot of time brainstorming ideas that I never did a thing with. I have devoted the past several years to the development of my creativity, and along the way, I’ve learned that there are some simple things that can make all the difference between an idea that gains traction and one that just burns up energy needlessly. An idea that dies quickly isn’t a bad one; in fact, that’s a great outcome. The most dangerous ideas are the ones that sound like good ones—but aren’t. In fact, there are some ideas that sound so good, everyone around you will agree with them.
I was recently inspired to write this blog post when I saw a
Sometimes, we take the freedom of speech in unproductive directions.
I’ve often found myself in work situations where I caught myself thinking, “I hope this will last.” Have you ever had a great set of circumstances that were wholly dependent on factors outside of your control? It can look, for example, like having a great boss—until you get re-assigned to another department. Things are great—until your streak of good luck runs out and it’s back to “reality” again. I’ve decided that I refuse to live or operate that way any longer. In the past few months, I’ve come to discover a big piece of the puzzle. Why is it, exactly, that the stars just seem to align temporarily—until something happens to screw it up? The key lies in the skillful (or unskillful) use of the imaginative faculty.
