Every day it takes me over an hour to write these tiny little blurbs.
When I first started, I thought it was because I was a lousy writer. I had so many thoughts that I struggled to untangle. Since the apparent friction point was converting those thoughts into paragraphs, I thought my strength was thinking, and my problem was writing.
But as my thoughts slowly emptied onto virtual paper and my mind became gradually «emptier,» the time it takes for me to write something has stayed the same.
Now I realize that I might be a lousy thinker. Lousy, not because my thoughts are mediocre – but because I don’t take the time to process them well enough to write them out quickly, clearly, and concisely.
It makes me wonder: How many other weaknesses do I have hidden behind an illusion of strength?