Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end.

I was doing myself a disservice.

I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core.

But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read.

So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal.

Within 2 hours of that decision, 2 different people offered me unsolicited praise for the posts and their authenticity.

Now, I felt the struggle.

For whom am I writing?

And why?

The ego says, "you have a value you provide to others. You should serve them."

The self says, "you'll never get really deep if you always know that someone else might read it."

I'm struggling.

Maybe that's the point?

Learn to sit with both and do both?

Or maybe it's not binary. Maybe there's a way to square this circle...

Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end.

I was doing myself a disservice.

I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core.

But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read.

So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal.

Within 2 hours of that decision, 2 different people offered me unsolicited praise for the posts and their authenticity.

Now, I felt the struggle.

For whom am I writing?

And why?

The ego says, "you have a value you provide to others. You should serve them."

The self says, "you'll never get really deep if you always know that someone else might read it."

I'm struggling.

Maybe that's the point?

Learn to sit with both and do both?

Or maybe it's not binary. Maybe there's a way to square this circle...