Yesterday I published three posts, and another around 1 AM—technically today, but I’ll count it as yesterday. They were the first things I’d published in fifteen days. What changed? The answer, I think, was facing my fears. My mind tries to keep me safe by guiding me away from paths that lead to discomfort and keeping me on comfortable paths. Reading is comfortable. Writing is comfortable. Deciding to publish a post is the beginning of a road to discomfort.
Pay the price
Pay the price
Pay the price
Yesterday I published three posts, and another around 1 AM—technically today, but I’ll count it as yesterday. They were the first things I’d published in fifteen days. What changed? The answer, I think, was facing my fears. My mind tries to keep me safe by guiding me away from paths that lead to discomfort and keeping me on comfortable paths. Reading is comfortable. Writing is comfortable. Deciding to publish a post is the beginning of a road to discomfort.