Very few noticed, and probably, a smaller number of people cared enough to wonder why I stopped blogging a couple weeks. Regardless, I learned a few things from my break.
I was losing sleep and forcing myself to write something every Friday. I had this idea that “I was important” and someone was waiting for what I had to say. I simply lost sight of my purpose for writing: to share my experience so that someone else can learn from my mistakes.
I have to admit that even though I’m not blogging for fame and glory, it can be depressing to receive no feedback. Silence is worse than criticism. At least with the latter, I know something needs fixing.
The magic of feedback is that it helps us with our need to belong. When we are part of something, we start believing we can make a difference, leave a legacy, or be the help someone else needs.
To those that read and share, thank you for helping me grow. To the rest, what am I missing?
Like many out there, I let busyness get in the way one more time. I used to think and write daily. Nowadays, I’m doing it last minute. I have confused activity with progress.
Losing focus on our purpose is not something that happens by surprise. It’s a process that starts with getting distracted by the pebbles of life.