When I moved out of my last job, I was clueless what I’d do next.
Or to frame it differently, what I knew for sure was I’d be a full time writer. I knew it for sure in my bones, in my soul, in my heart. Just that there was zero idea how.
Unlike my usual tendency, I did not push myself to figure life out the next day of leaving my last job. I simply swayed through my day. And the only thing I did around 4.30 pm that day was write my daily blog.
I started this blog in 2016, exactly 10 years ago. But out of the 2,946 blogs here in the last 120 months, the last 1,000 blogs have been here in the last 1,000 days (or ~33 months). In a continuous streak.
This is the home I return to, everything else I do at work is wandering. As much as wandering and travelling is necessary, we all need a home.
There have been clients who read this blog and onboarded me to ghostwrite their books, because they could trust me with their life stories.
Most importantly, I don’t follow the world, the algorithms, the latest tool out in the market here.
Just as home should be.
Here’s to the next 1,000.