Almost fifty days into writing, one thing became apparent: the lack of things to write about.
There are things I’m already doing to find ideas:
- Listening to podcast
- Reading books
The reality of having a family and in my 30s: the social connection and new experience became stagnant. I circle around the same agenda of wake up, work, family, phone, repeat. I stopped expanding.
It was Friday lunch, I had lunch with Vincent, a rep who almost built the website for my previous company. And it clicked: meeting people, new people or old acquaintances from the past, and exchange experiences and ideas.
It was stupid simple and it reminds me that I created the boundary I trapped myself.