I have two loooong lists of ideas for blog posts. Can’t start ‘em. If I do start, I can’t finish. I have a pile of abandoned, half-written blog posts.
They’re not good enough. No will care…It’s all so obvious why would anyone get any value out of this?
It appears I have developed some sort of imposter-syndrome when it comes to writing. (There’s a blog post I can nerver write in the why.)
Anyway. I’ve realised over the years, that the best way to combat being afraid of something, is to get it out there, to see that the consequences aren’t terrible.
So here I am. Writing again for 2023.
Not so much a new years resolution, as a statement of intent.
The Tap.
Drink from the Tap, not the firehose. Monthly notes from inside the work. One anonymised story from a real engagement. No five-tips, no slop, no false FOMO 'urgency'.