Why I’m writing more (and NO, it’s not a midlife crisis… probably).
People keep asking me why I’ve been writing more lately.
The short answer? I’m inspired.
The long answer? I’m wildly inspired. The kind of inspiration that doesn’t shout, but arrives like a muse on my shoulder, quietly humming in the background, rewiring my circuits while I refill my coffee and wonder if this is the same mug I microwaved three hours ago (it is.)
Some of it is practical. I’ve clawed back precious hours thanks to smarter processes and the occasional miracle of AI. No more losing a Wednesday to transcribing a webinar or trying to distill a 57-minute meeting into something vaguely coherent. That time has been graciously given back to me for creativity. And instead of cramming it with more noise, I’ve been using it to think. To reflect. And to remember that I have a voice beyond action items and status updates.
And some of it is personal. There are people on my path right now who are unintentionally lighting fires that had long since gone dim. These aren’t grand gestures, it’s not a Hollywood arc. It’s the email that was smarter than it needed to be. The casual excellence of someone doing their job really well. A passing comment that made me feel seen… and the person who logs off unapologetically to go do something that has nothing to do with their job, and everything to do with who they are.
We don’t talk enough about how motivating it is to simply witness someone else in their brilliance. Not to compete with them or possess what they have. But just to be moved. Quietly. Professionally. Personally.
And there’s a particular kind of magic in being inspired by someone who has no idea they’ve done it. They just showed up.
When something moves you that deeply, you feel a certain responsibility, not just to appreciate it, but to pass on that internal spark and make something from it. A message. A moment. A reminder that what we feel, and share, can echo far beyond the “page” or comment thread.
So no, I’m not writing more because I suddenly have extra time or am poised for a big change. I’m writing because something in me got reactivated. Because I remembered what it feels like to want to say something. And because the quiet examples around me remind me how much power we have to influence one another, just by being ourselves.
To the ones who quietly inspire me, thank you!
(And if I’ve never said it but you suspect this is about you… you’re probably right. Carry on, you’re doing amazing!!!)
