Seasons of why

Truth be told, I’ve not had much to say and write about lately. Lately means, the past year or two.

Lots of things had changed:

• I don’t spend as much time on Twitter now. So less exposure to interesting ideas.
• I don’t even read much else. I just work and work. For the job or the family.
• Financial stability is nice, but with hardly any time for anything else, I don’t get much inspiration.
• New BIG goals like moving family overseas meant less time and mindspace for everything else.
• What used to be one of my main source of writing ideas—indie hacking—is now just a tiny task or two a day. Too tiny to have anything to provoke thinking.
• In the end, it comes down to my deep why for daily writing: I write to think. To live a reflective life. But when there’s no thinking, nothing much happening, little to reflect on, too tired to even hold a thought, the writing dries up.

All along I thought I had my deep why figured out for my daily writing.
All along I thought that will be the vehicle for decades-long endurance.

I guess I was wrong.
I guess, our why can change.

Evolve.
Evolve as you evolve.

That makes perfect sense actually.

Writing rides on life, not the other way round.

Perhaps then, it’s not that I have nothing to write about, but I’m just in between seasons.

When it’s not cold enough yet to take the down jacket and long johns out from storage, but cold enough that your summer tees and shorts won’t cut it.

Seasons of why.