I was quiet for three months
Why do the people with the most to say publish the least?
Endless video ideas swirled in my head, but they sounded like somebody else. So I stayed quiet, and the doubt grew.
Where was my voice?
When it was time to post, nothing came out. Journaling was different. I could hoot and holler in cursive all day.
My voice was there the whole time. In the pages I kept hidden.
Writing soothes. Publishing heals.
So I wrote you a letter and pressed send. I found my voice when I shared it with you.
Yesterday I found out it wasn't my shadow. It was my Sun. Gate 63 — the Gate of Doubt. Pointed at myself it's paralysis. Pointed at the room it's the question everybody's already circling.
Send me the question that's stopping you from publishing.
I'll respond. It's the only thing I'm actually built for.
— L10
You can't look at your own Sun directly. That's what the mirror is for. 🔑
P.S. I'm going to write you most mornings for a while. If that's too much you can turn the daily off and keep the rest, or leave entirely. I won't take it personally.