buy modafinil from mexico “There is no failure except in no longer trying.” – Elbert Hubbard
norfloxacin tinidazole side effects I have three different blog posts that have been sitting in limbo for the past two weeks.
I’ve gone back to each of them, on several occasions, trying to make sense of the jumbles of garden-variety idioms and shitty rhetoric. All I’ve ended up with thus far are half empty pages and a deflated ego.
To put it bluntly: I suck at writing.
I’m not saying I haven’t written some halfway decent stuff. My first two posts, It Begins with the Boxes and Why We Gave Up a Six Figure Income—Twice were well received by my readers, and I’m proud of the fact that people found enjoyment in something I created.
But these last three posts, the ones in limbo—total shit. It’s as if the creative part of my brain said, “Peace out, bitches!” threw up some deuces and vacated the premises.
Were my first two posts just a fluke? Am I the writer’s equivalent of a one hit wonder? Is there a chance I might not be cut out for this gig?
While I don’t know the answer to these questions just yet, there’s one thing I do know: writing is really, really hard.
Seriously, this shit isn’t easy. It can be grueling and tedious, and downright soul-crushing at times. It can be frustrating to the point of lunacy and delirium.
But despite the moments when I’ve stared at the screen for 45 minutes and haven’t written a single sentence, or the brief interludes of insanity when I’m tempted to close my laptop, rip its plug from the socket and throw it against the wall, I keep writing.
Why? Because I love it. I love the idea of creating something worthy of readership, and providing that readership with something of value. I love hearing my readers tell me they found something relatable in what I’ve written. I love that maybe—just maybe—my words have helped someone in some way.
And I want to become better at it. And in order to become better, I have to keep going, even when the going gets tough—because the 100% foolproof method to not becoming better at something is to throw in the towel.
The same rule applies to everything in life. Whether it’s writing, learning to sew, even marriage, you have to put in the effort if you want to be successful. There are no shortcuts, there are no quick fixes.
Of course, there will be times when you will get frustrated, you will get discouraged, you will want to quit—don’t. The only way to ensure failure is by giving up altogether. As long as you keep at it, whatever it is, there’s always the chance that victory is waiting just around the corner.
So while I anxiously await my creativity’s return from its unwelcome sabbatical, I will continue to write. I may not be great now, in a week, a month, or even a year, but one thing’s for certain: I’m better than I was yesterday. And that’s because I kept on going.