A year ago, I wrote about reaching the milestone of 100 blog posts. Part of my initial challenge to myself had been to write regularly:
Trying to post around once a week has been a useful discipline. If nothing else it’s motivational. I’ve managed to carve out time even when life and work have been hectic …
Twelve months on and I was surprised to see that I’d gone past the 150 without noticing. Some of my motivation back when I started came from a bit of self-analysis:
I started to think more deeply about what I was doing and how I was doing it and tried to tease out where my actions, intuitions, ideas and mistakes were coming from.
Now, having introspected some more I realise that one of the things I’m getting out of blogging these days is the act itself.
he is always writing … he knows 99% of it will never be used … he wants his facility to be there so that when he needs to write something … he’s just master-level practise all the time.
I don’t pretend that every thought I have is revolutionary, revelatory or even revealable – there are many, many thoughts unpublished and best left that way – but by forcing myself to think I am getting in the habit of thinking and, I hope, thinking is becoming my habit.