Confession time: sometimes I don’t even like to read my own blog posts.

So why on earth would I think others would want to read them?

I’ve been posting a daily blog now for 111 days in a row and I’m a little embarrassed to admit I still don’t know what the purpose of this blog is!

To make matters worse I’ve been blogging since 2007 (on other blogs).

So I’ve had 10 years or so to figure this out and I still don’t know what I’m doing. It’s not that I don’t know how to write. In fact, I’ve learned how to make a full-time living as a freelance copywriter.

And my copywriting blog has had a measure of success (at least if you judge it by how it ranks in search). And when I blog for others they pay me $300-$500 per post to write for them. So I suppose according to some standards I’ve “figured out blogging.”

But I still feel like a failure.

Maybe I’m not suppose to admit that… or even think that. But it’s how I really feel tonight. And you know what? I bet some person, somewhere, is feeling the same way about something.

So that’s why when push comes to shove I’m choosing to error on the side of honesty. I may not ever be the most gifted writer out there but perhaps I can compensate for that by being really honest (and working hard).

Or maybe not? I don’t know.

All I know is whether I feel like a failure, or like I’m on top of the world, I’m still going to show up every day.

I’m committed to publishing a blog every day for 10 years and I’m not even half way done with year one. So I have a long hike in front of me. And so right now it’s just one step at a time. One post at a time.

Sometimes that’s all you got. But I think it’s enough. No, I KNOW it’s enough.

I remember when I was climbing Mt. Rainier last year and I started getting altitude sickness (I didn’t realize that’s what it was at the time). We were all roped up and climbing up the trail around 4:00 a.m. when I felt like giving up.

I just wanted to stop and go to sleep. I can’t remember ever feeling so tired in my life! And all I could do was put one foot in front of the other. It was the hardest thing, the simplest thing and the most important thing to do at the time.

And it worked. I got to the top. Not because of any fancy tips, tactics or strategies. But because I decided to keep taking the next step.

Sometimes it’s all we can do. But sometimes it’s also the best thing to do!