I feel like I’m in a place where my creativity is in flux. My desires ebb and flow like the tide.
Let me try to put this in words quickly: Now that I’ve taken the pressure of being a millionaire — before I die — off my shoulders, I’ve lost the will to hustle.
Was hustling ever a good thing?
I almost feel as though I am giving myself permission to step back and look at my life and what I am doing with it.
I don’t want to write for money anymore. Writing has always been almost spiritual for me, and I feel I lost some of that when I forced myself to write listicles and pseudo-self-help.
I don’t care if I never make another dime from my writing, and that has freed me to explore what I do want to do to make a living.