I’ve often wondered if I could write full-time. I’m not suggesting that I could make a living out of writing, I don’t believe I’m that good. When I say write full-time, I mean a steady routine of writing something every day.
I put this idea for a blog post aside almost 2 weeks ago, with the intention of coming back to it. Now is that time. I honestly think I’ve made some real progress since then. I’ve managed to write something each day for almost 3 weeks as I document how Kindness is changing my life.
I know that things will get repetitive, especially in the beginning, but I’m sure I’ll do better as time goes on. Each day I feel a renewed sense of purpose, and a keen desire to write. My new practice of simply writing down an idea for a blog post, and then coming back to fill it out later is working for me.
I resisted the urge to set a word count. Sone writers claim it helps them, but at this point in my writing career, a word count would only put pressure on me to fill in gaps with words just to reach that limit. I know that Medium, a great platform for writers, actually vets each submitted article and predicts how long it will take the average reader to go through the article. I’m surprised that almost all submissions seem to be less than 5 minutes. That just goes to show that it isn’t the quantity of words, it’s the quality of words that really matters.
Focusing on Kindness has given me a completely new set of priorities. I no longer troll through social media, internet on finding the right place to be snarky. That time now goes to writing as well as just living life. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.
I’m going to keep working towards writing full-time. Perhaps I’ll get noticed, perhaps not. I just remember that I write for myself more than for anyone else. I don’t worry about stats, only better writing will improve those numbers.
Pets are children for so many of us. We love them, and they love us unconditionally. If only people could love each other unconditionally, without judgement or malice. The world would be a better place.
Since I embarked on my Kindness Journey, many things have changed in my life. I am at peace with myself and the world around me. I have changed how I write these blog posts to accommodate my new enthusiasm.
I put together a title and set it aside whenever inspiration strikes. I have a list of blog posts ready to work on at leisure rather than struggling to find something to say each day. When I feel something needs to be said, I can look through the list of topics or start a new one and add it to the list. I find this approach gives me more freedom to concentrate on what I am thinking at the time.
To make my writing better, I use Grammarly. Composing the blog post on Grammarly keeps my writing nice and concise. I don’t worry about the little things because Grammarly highlights them, and I go back to correct them later once the mental flow of words has stopped. When satisfied with my work, I transfer it to WordPress and Medium for publication.
The process seems convoluted, but it works for me. I suppose that is because I don’t rush these things anymore. I know I am becoming a better writer every day.
5 things I’m grateful for today:
- I love to cook
As my Kindness Journey continues, I continue to realize how the world around me affects my progress. I observe what is going on in the world and I see a sense of perpetual outrage. We always seem to need something, or someone, to be outraged about.
The school shooting in Texas provides a horrible example. We all are disgusted and horrified at what happened, but our sorrow and compassion quickly turns into outrage. “How could this happen?”. “How could this happen again?”. “Who is to blame?”.
The anger leads to frustration, the frustration leads to stress, and stress prevents us from practicing Kindness and achieving Happiness. It almost seems like the world wants us to stay outraged.
We can do better. We must do better.
5 things I’m thankful for today.
- At last, the horrible truth starts to be revealed.
- Recognizing what is happening.
- Keeping my compassion intact.
- The rain we got.