I promised myself I’d write every day

And here I am keeping my promise to myself.

Is this shit?

Is it something that someone, twenty five years from today, is going to read and wonder why the hell I wrote it and had the temerity to publish it?

It is highly likely that the answer to both the above questions is a resounding, echoing, reverberating, tinnitus inducing YES.

So what?

Honestly, I like the font Medium chose for the heading. Just in case some random UX honcho, a few years from today decides to change how Medium posts look on desktop, here is a screenshot

..showing you this post in all its Serif-ed, black text on white glory. And ohh, yes, that guy on the top right of the screenshot, next to the bell, is me. Actually, it is me from around five years ago but I don’t think I look much different from that as of today so you can probably get a quite decent mental picture of me from it.

Now that I am getting into the swing of writing this piece, I want to talk about what I think my personal limitations are.

I think my biggest personal liability is that I don’t do things for their own sake. There is always a larger goal at play — make money, be visible, get noticed, attain success.