Back in 2018, I went to a talk given by an entrepreneur I admired at the time. At the end of the session, I asked him about his values and how that drives his decisions. His answer stuck with me. He said he does things that he’ll reflect on and say, “Damn, I can’t believe I did that.”
Somedays I’ll browse the mish-mash of topics that is my blog’s archives. Maybe I wrote about a lesson I learned that day, or something I observed, or I thought I had. Each post capturing that moment in time.
Somedays I’ll reflect on the continuous chain of blog posts I’ve written these past two years without missing a day. I think back to when I had that notoriously difficult exam to study for, or when I caught a sickness, or when writer’s block hit me like a truck. On these days, the last thing I wanted to do was write, yet I still kept going, without fail, for 730 days.
Somedays I’ll think about how much joy this daily blog has given me. Intrinsically, I find this practice fun and fulfilling. Extrinsically, I’ll think about the message I received from a friend or stranger reaching out because my writing has inspired them.
I can envision myself working on this daily blog for years, maybe even decades. I get too much out of it from it to stop anytime soon. And I’m sure at the end of this road, I’ll reflect on this body of work and say, “Damn, I can’t believe I did that.”