It’s been a month since I started working on my daily writing habit.
Up at 5AM every morning to get some quiet time alone, space to think and put those thoughts to paper. Or at least the digital alternative.
The first couple of weeks were a breeze. Excited by the endless possibilities in front of me, I went to bed at night looking forward to that early wake-up call. And when the watch buzzed to let me know that it was time, I was out of bed, up into my chair and typing on the computer almost instantly.
As it always does, though, that initial jolt of enthusiasm eventually started to fade.
A full month in, my mindset has changed. Instead of thinking about all the ways writing every single day can change my life, I suddenly find myself questioning the point of doing it at all.
Where I mere weeks ago saw endless opportunity, there’s now only darkness. Where I at first felt like change was flowing through me at the beginning, I can’t find a trace of improvement resulting from the work I’ve put in this past month.
And, let’s face it, it’s not as if anyone’s reading what I’m writing anyways. So does it even matter if I do it?
I know the answer. I even wrote it down. But it’s more than that. It’s the same answer to every piece of doubt I experience when pursuing change and self-improvement:
It does matter.
Because outcomes are irrelevant. Every meaningful change happens within.
The process is everything. Learn to love the process.
Nobody said it would be easy. If it was, everyone would do it. (I hope everyone will do it, even if it isn’t easy.)
Just learn to love the process.
But some days I just find myself asking “what’s the point?”