I said I like writing
I thought I liked writing.
At least that's what I keep telling myself.
But now, I doubt it.
I say I like writing.
It helps me process my never-ending thoughts.
It helps me document the past and present.
It sets direction for the future.
When I think about it, the gains are obvious.
The benefits of writing cannot be denied.
But why don't I find time to write?
I want to write consistently.
But how consistent is consistent?
How would I know if I'm consistent?
Would setting a target number of published posts help?
If I'm obliged to write because of an arbitrary number, will it still be natural?
Or maybe, I can treat it as a practice to improve my writing and the way I express myself.
Discipline > willpower.
Or should I just write whenever I feel like it?
Write when inspiration strikes, which is most of the time.
But I just don't act on it.
Do I actually like the process of writing, or just the output it creates?
But without the former, the latter won't be possible.
Probably, the why isn't very clear.
I've been writing/blogging for years now, and yet thoughts like these still come every now and then.
I keep questioning whether to write or not.
And here I am, writing about writing again.