Have you ever done anything for 250 days straight?
I don’t think I had before today. But one day last May, I started writing into the void. I did a 30-day challenge. I thought 30 days was easy enough (narrator’s voice: It wasn’t) so I tried to think of something crazy to set my sights on.
So came about this big, hairy, audacious goal of writing and posting, in public, for 500 straight days.
Now halfway there, I experienced an unexpected feeling. I thought it would be relief, perhaps even some unearned sense of pride since literally anyone could do this. Instead, I feel a tinge of sadness. The thought that every day brings me closer to potentially no longer writing on a daily basis seems scary at this point, as if in constant anticipation of forever saying goodbye to a dear friend.
This has become my place of refuge; somewhere to go when I need to collect my thoughts, sharpen my wits, or galvanize my courage.
Writing each day has brought me closer to my goals, and faster, than anything else I’ve done in my life outside of saying “Hi” to the girl in the Ohio State sweater one night in Washington, DC. Now I have two kids and live in Ohio. That’s some shit.
It’s shown me a clear path to bring forth the best of my abilities just at the time when I need them the most.
And it’s brought me to this interesting little corner of the internet where people oddly try and build each other up rather than tear each other down in savage roasts and sick burns.
I didn’t know what to expect when I started this. What’s happened has been a personal renaissance unlike anything else in my life; personally, professionally and creatively.
Find the thing that unlocks your potential and go all in.