It’s my worst month on Medium. Lovely.

I started writing a year ago and it looks like October will be one of my worst months. I’m not counting my very first month of writing (October 2021) when I had no followers.

I’ll never write a story with screenshots of my views, reads, or earnings — that boring and narcissistic stuff that’s of no value to anyone.

But I’m comfortable acknowledging a “poor” month.

But “poor” is not the right way to describe it. It’s just quiet and it’s ok.

In fact, I’m greatly enjoying my quiet few weeks on Medium. I’ll have very low earnings but that’s ok. I sure felt good making good money in some months here on Medium but I never wrote to make money and that’s how I was able to make money… By being consistent and doing what I enjoy.

Now during this downtime, I am able to write without overthinking what resonates with my readers, and what doesn't. I just write. It’s nice to have a blockbuster story every now and then but I don’t want blockbuster stories to define me.

So I just write. I search for ideas and emotions. On some nights they come quickly and on others I’m slow. Like tonight.

It’s a bit like running which I so much love. Most runs are quiet. Few are special. Well, all are special, every single one is but most runs don’t shape lifetime memories. Collectively they do and every now and then you have a run that’s memorable.