I opened the editor and started typing something about discipline. About keeping the mind sharp. About how writing every day is like going to the gym (which I don’t do either). The kind of thing you write when you’re trying to convince yourself you’re doing the right thing. I was halfway through when I stopped.
I remembered a few people messaged me on Instagram this week. Said they were reading. That they liked it. A small thing, but it caught me off guard. That strange feeling of being seen. And right there I realized I’d been writing for the wrong person.
It’s not about what I get out of putting words out there. It’s not about building a habit, or keeping the mind active, or any of the justifications we make up to stay motivated. It’s about what stays with whoever reads it. Even if I never find out what that is.
So I wrote. Not because I wanted to. Because someone was on the other side. So, thank you.