I used to write for everyone else. When I started writing the Monday Musing, it was to share what I was learning and how I felt like it was applicable. It was for others.
Now it is for me. It is a place where I have decided to put my thoughts down and share what I’m thinking, what I’m trying to process. It is about my feelings, my struggles, and my journey through life. I publish it every week as a challenge to myself to finish a thought, to reflect on something that is important to me and to operate under a self-imposed deadline.
From time to time I look back and am proud and resolute with what I have written. And there are times I look back and think, “Ross, what was that?” And every week I learn.
I have a document on my desktop called Musing Notes. It contains fragments of ideas and bad starts that I’ve discarded. It contains the works of the next month’s success or the next month’s rejects depending on how they turn out. It’s my sketch pad for what I am thinking. I sit down on Sunday nights and try to make a cohesive thought out of one of them, hoping that it will resonate for me. Some nights I don’t have it. Other nights I’m able to channel my passion into something I’m proud of.
One of my favorite stories I’ve shared is about my first day working out (after many years). I wrote it as a way to challenge myself to stick with it. Three years later, I’m still going to the gym. But the thing I’m proud of today, is that I write this for me. And I think that makes it more real.