I like the idea of writing. But I am the kind of person who gives up when it seems like all the work isn’t going anywhere.
I used to write when Pixnet was still a thing, and I made a little money from putting Google Ads on my blog. I wrote product reviews, travel posts, and thoughts on books and articles. But then Pixnet started injecting their own ads and collecting the income themselves. That affected the money I made. I migrated to WordPress, but the traffic wasn’t the same. I started to feel like my energy toward the blog was being wasted, so I stopped writing.
On the surface, I stopped because it wasn’t making money. But l overlooked the fulfillment that writing had given me.
I still remember how I feel when I constantly write. I was content, clarity. I can say writing becomes easier for me back then. I could easily build a content logistically which I am afraid to say I lost the ability to do so now.
I have been wanting to write and put myself back to those state. But there are lots of resistence.
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English vs. Chinese I used to write blogs in Chinese. Now I want to become proficient in English. Debating between the two languages has stopped me from writing at all.
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The Meaningfulness Gate People seem to use blogs for personal branding. They write to impress the world. Every post is polished, impressive, meaningful. Before I can post, I feel like I need something worth saying — and most days, I don’t think I have it.
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Design I am obsessed with blog design. Should the main color be yellow or blue? Should the blog feel rich or minimalist? What should I even write about — AI learning, book reviews, travel experiences, or my stationery hobby?
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Casual vs. Professional I use the same website for my portfolio, which is still a work in progress. Should I keep a professional tone throughout and hide my journal entries?
But honestly — who cares? Who cares if I write in Chinese or English? Who cares what purpose it serves?
The only purpose a consistent writing habit needs to serve is clarity. It should serve me, and help me become a better version of myself. If I never start because of these barriers, I will never discover the purpose of writing. I may never feel that contentment again.