This year, I decided to write more—to share my thoughts and improve my writing skills. As my right knee surgery has proved, there’s nothing like repetition. Two years ago, I ruptured a ligament, and the daily effort to recover it (in my forties) was extensive. Whenever I run or play football now, I praise discipline and recurrence.
Some colleagues, Automatticians, took on a 365-day Blogging challenge. But I am still wondering about it. Not only because of the complexity but also because of my capacity to overthink tasks. Everyone has so little time to read and digest; why should I dump that much content weekly?
As a perfectionist, I wrestle daily with my chaotic brain to organize my craft. After all, shaping ideas into things with a certain level of quality is my daily bread. The thought of coming up with something interesting every day is daunting, but a weekly post feels more reasonable.
Maybe that’s precisely why I need to push beyond the comfortable rhythm of weekly polishing. As rehabilitation taught me, growth happens at the edge of our comfort zone. It’s not about perfection—it’s about progress. So, I’ll start this journey and let my publishing rhythm find its natural cadence over time.
As Virgil reminds us in the Aeneid: “For a work, there is labor to be done.” And sometimes, the most significant labor is simply beginning.1
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