The money I made from writing has been the most fulfilling kind. It’s a hobby similar to running.

Out of nothing, I created something. “Nothing” is a misrepresentation, though. Billions of electrical impulses in my brain connect words in an attempt to record life stories, opinions, and emotions.

Making a little money from my writing has been a lovely bonus. Maybe not so little. I’m not here to write a boring story about my Medium earnings. I didn’t start writing to make money, and my earnings are volatile.

I have two hobbies in my life — running and writing. I know I’ve become a good runner. With running, it’s easy to measure how good you are — tomorrow, I will try to run a 2.40-something marathon. Not many people can run this well, and certainly not in their forties. Thousands can, maybe even tens of thousands. Still, it’s a tiny percent of the planet’s population. You put me in a race in any town or city, and I’ll finish in the top bracket.

I never thought of myself as a good blogger or writer. But then it occurred to me: considering I’ve only been writing on Medium for a little over a year, I’ve done well. In fact, the trajectory of my results in writing is comparable to running, though the activities are very different.

A bit of a narcissistic, self-serving story. But what I want to say is that the experience of writing has been very fulfilling. It all came from the heart. No one told me to write, and I never write to please anyone. I created something without…