I used to be such a big thinker (ok, maybe not a big thinker, but a habitual thinker)! I vaguely remember that it felt much better than what I’m doing now: mostly mindless consumption, some short bursts of creativity, with the bulk of the words I write being in my employer’s Slack or in the gym group chat.

Can somebody who only just learned about the em-dash a month ago be a writer?

The overarching theme of life, since I started living mine properly, is that it’s more important to courageously do the thing, than to try to do it well. My expectation for the texts I’ll produce here follows the thought template I deploy when I’m on my scooter, buckling the helmet: it will probably be clumsy, not the most straightforward route, we might get lost on the way too but I’m grateful to get to do it and I know each time could be the last time.