Writing sucks.

It’s painful, uncomfortable, and lonely.

It’s a brutal teacher, urging you to bring all your powers to bear on a subject, only to show you just how much you don’t understand.

But the only thing worse than writing is not writing.

More than anything, I want to grow. I want to become the best version of myself I can possibly become.

Over time, I’ve realized writing is the surest path to achieving that growth and becoming the best version of me.

I’d rather sit with the isolation and discomfort of the blank page than stagnate.

I’d rather search to find the best words and struggle to put them in the best order that I know.

Because only then can I see that the best words I know are insufficient, and the order is all wrong.

Confronting the blank page teaches me how to think and shows me exactly how much I don’t know.

Only then can I begin the process of learning something, the process of growing.