I’m not the best writer.
At my best, I’m brave.
At my worst, I’m boring.
Some blogs I’m particularly proud of.
Not so much.
Lately, I’ve been writing a bunch of not-so-great blogs.
But lately, life has been not so great.
And I’m doing okay.
No Covid-19 (yet).
I (still) have a job and health insurance.
I (currently) have a home.
So take everything I say with a grain of salt.
I write because I once heard that it takes 10,000 hours to get good at something (was it Malcolm Gladwell?).
If blogging nearly every day for 15 years doesn’t count as getting good at something, then I don’t know what does.
And keep practicing.
It’s all I can do.