It happened again. A thing that has happened to me over and over and over again. One would think I would learn my lesson by now but I still haven’t.

Tonight I met someone else who has published writing but it’s not me. Sure, a lot of the ones I meet have done so through self publishing. But the fact is they sat down, they wrote pages, they put it together and got it out there. I think the last time I wrote one piece that was 20 or more pages was a paper in college. I have so many ideas but lately the longest thing I write are my thoughts on wrestling for a podcast. Which is great and I have a lot of fun doing it, but I’m not publishing that at any point.

I have met people I looked up to and I have met people I loathe plus all points in between that have a book with their name on it. Every time it is fuel for me to reignite my own passions but they burn out quicker every time.

There has been a lot of discussion behind the scenes with friends of mine who are also putting work out there. We’ve been discussing the best platforms and what lessons have been learned. There has been a lot of encouragement as I navigate towards the next version of myself. That version needs to keep his motivation though and not say “I’m back writing” only to lose all desire to write for a month or three the next day. The writers that I run into on a regular basis found the time, the energy, the motivation, and the stubbornness to get their words out there. None of them have anything I don’t, which means I am also capable of it. If only I can get rid of things. Get rid of the doubts in my head and get my words down on paper.