This post was originally published on Substack. Follow me on there for content first.
I’ll start by saying I have no idea why I’m trying Substack.
Ok, let me rephrase that.
I do know why—I just don’t know why I’m following through with it.
I like to give things the benefit of the doubt; however, I’m currently in the phase of my life where I shouldn’t be taking too deep of actions.
Why?
Well, because for the last few years I’ve been trying to force a path down my throat that most likely (only God knows) wasn’t for me.
I’m a writer, but ever since I was young, I’ve always had an itch for entrepreneurialism.
I was always trying to start a business.
That habit never left me. So, what do you think happened?
Me, being chronically on the internet, succumbed to the pressure of anyone can become a business owner, jumped off the authorship, and climbed aboard the CEO-ship.
And sank, I guess.
Truth is, I spent so much time decorating the damn boat I forgot I needed to start the thing.
I mean, yeah, maybe I drove it around for a little bit, but not too far.
No, I docked about a half-mile down and stood there waiting for someone to climb aboard.
But they never did.
No matter how many times I pressed the horn.
So I found myself bathing on deck, wondering where all my words had gone; sending out flares for what had went wrong.
Turns out, I lost myself and God in the process.
My life demonstrated that very well.
And so, I spent the last year and a half seeking myself again; and in the process, re-found my faith.
The reason I’m not sure about this whole thing is because I don’t want to push something that also might not be true. But maybe that’s what life’s about; taking risks and doing things (no matter how long) that will only teach you lessons in the end—but might not save you.
So, what am I saying?
I’m saying I’m going to write because there’s nothing left for me to do.
I’m going to write on here because there has to be at least one person reading who will hear me.
I’ve always found a home on my blog.
But algorithms and society itself (as always) have me questioning if that’s enough.
Are my words strong enough to cut through the void?
We’ll see.
For now, expect something from me, anything.
I will be too.
It’s nice to meet you, again.