I had a great job, lived in a great place, found my work meaningful and largely autonomous, and had already surpassed any notion I’d had about what success looked like. But I was restless. I told TK something must be wrong with me. I have a great life but I’m itching more than ever for something I can’t define.
He told me it was obvious. I needed to create.
Not when the time is right or in the future or when some grand idea for an epic novel comes along or when my guitar skills were sufficient to write great music. Now. Not just now. Every single day.
He’d been blogging daily for almost a year at that point and I’d seen the amazing transformation. His skill, confidence, curiosity, and communication had exploded. If he could do it, why couldn’t I?
So I did.
Only a few months in to blogging every single day seven days a week and my life changed dramatically. Not from the outside, but from within. I was shifting and moving and bubbling; like molten power beneath the crust, something was beginning to stir. An eruption was imminent.
The idea for Praxis hit me, and a thousand smaller ideas and experiences instantly connected. I saw things I had totally missed before – they were right in front of my face! Why? Because daily blogging forced me to see better. I had to pull ideas from the foggy depths and clarify them. I had to see connections just to have enough content to crank out a post every morning. I turned creating into a discipline. And I couldn’t shut it off.
Not only the idea – I’d had ideas before – but the ability to execute on it came directly from daily blogging. Never before had I been so aware of my own ability to succeed at something when the odds were against me. Never had I felt the power of sheer will to make progress. I knew how to ship. Every day. That confidence and experience was crucial.
Small acts of uninspired creation every single day are more likely to bring about big acts of inspired creation than sitting and waiting for the latter.