You’ve felt it, didn’t you? The feeling that your words are failing you, one by one. The feeling that you are an impostor, the sense of aimlessly punching the keys only to produce words that are bland, boring, and stupid.
Sometimes you try to forget about this feeling by being a perfectionist: you tweak and edit and proofread and search for the perfect picture to your blog post, over and over again, and you never click the publish button.
After all, if you’ve just written the worst blog post ever, it can’t do much harm if it never gets published, right?
Other times, you procrastinate. You tell yourself you’re going to do it later. Or tomorrow. Or next week.
The truth is, we all go through this. Me, you, the guys earning millions of dollars per year from their blogs.
That’s the cost of having to be consistent – the side-effect of going after your muse with a club.
Some days, when having to sit at the desk and punch those damn keys, you just got to bleed for a few words that you can’t even stand to read.
Some days, you will hate your words more than anything else in the word.
But at the same time, it’s well worth remembering that most people quit after only a handful of such days.
The rest of us? The ones who keep blogging day after day after day for years? Well, we keep punching those damn keys, no matter what. We keep showing up.
We know that everything is temporary. Even our doubts and fears. Even our frustrations. Even this lack of inspiration.
This too shall pass, as they say.
But you must never, ever, ever, under any circumstance, quit. You just keep punching those keys, okay? You keep doing your thing, even if you think it’s pointless, because, I assure you, it’s not.
And let me tell you one more thing: the one thing that is going to shatter your heart into a million little pieces is not giving up. No. Far from it. It’s wishing you hadn’t given up.