The person I struggle most to write for is myself.
There have been days when I wonder if my desire to start and run businesses is an excuse to not write, to not pursue bylines.
Although I find myself writing a lot for work — everything requires writing — most of these are inglorious tasks. There’s no byline. It doesn’t have the same kind of artistry I hope to grow within myself.
There are days when I see a superbly-written long-form article on a well-known magazine and I feel an inexplicable wave of jealousy. And then I feel guilt.
Guilt that I haven’t given myself the space and time to grow in this area.
My desire for money is an excuse, I sometimes think. My desire to be this person labeled “entrepreneur” is an excuse to not take myself as a “writer” seriously.
I know how to hustle. But why haven’t I hustled in this area that I care the most about?
No matter what I do, no matter what industries I branch out into, I always come back to this.
Your passion can be a hobby, I tell myself. It doesn’t have to be your career.
But what if I want it to be?
