Last year, one of my dearest friends and the person I want to be when I grow up, Sue Hawkes, set a goal to write 1,000 blog posts. It was based, I believe, on a piece she read by Seth Godin. (Sue will correct me if I'm wrong.) At the time, I was envious. I love to write, and I thought, "What an awesome thing! I would love to do do that!" And then I made some excuse in my mind about time, or ideas, or energy.
Over the past year, I've watched Sue write, and write, and write. (She's currently on blog #358.) I've read many of her blogs and learned a LOT, both about her and about whatever it is she's addressing that day. And every time I saw her publish another blog, I thought, "What an awesome thing! I would love to do that!" And then I made some excuse in my mind about time, or ideas, or energy.
This morning, during my new morning routine (more on that tomorrow), I finally called bullshit on myself. Sue doesn't have more time than I do. She's one of the most successful people I know, and gives of her time generously. (That's why she's my role model.) And she might have more ideas, but just because she's put time into finding them. (Plus, from conversations with her, I know that there are days when she struggles to find something to write about, but she still does it, because discipline.) And yes, Sue probably does have more energy than I do, but that's only because she's living her best life and I'm still on my way there.
When I finally got honest with myself in the middle of a down dog, I realized the only reason I haven't written 358 blog posts on my way to 1,000 is because I haven't tried. I haven't applied myself. I haven't done the work. I can talk all I want about how I'm a writer, etc. but if I don't write...I'm not a writer.
So, here it is. Challenge (Publicly) Accepted. I'm going to write 1000 blog posts. Starting today. Feel free, dear reader, to hold me accountable.
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