It’s safe to say my writing career, my success at my “real job,” or even these words you’re reading right now would not exist if I hadn’t been told the words I’m about to tell you:
Machines are kind of taking over the world.
Like, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but most of the things that were done by people just a few years ago are now being done by robots. You don’t need to ask for directions anymore. You can process millions of lines of data in a few seconds. Soon, we’ll have ovens that detect our food and cook it perfectly.
I mean, we don’t need to call in Schwarzenegger yet, but it’s getting close.
News flash: this isn’t going away. Anything that can be done automatically, will be.
That being said, human still have the ability to do something computers can’t:
Nobody gets a free pass at success.
Money? Of course.
Fame? You betcha.
Good looks? I’m living proof.
But never success.
Why do I bring this up?
I know, I know. I’ve heard all the arguments for journaling.
It’s reflective. You learn about yourself. It keeps your life in perspective.
But frankly, it just wasn’t doing it for me.
Whenever I write, I want to be moving toward something. Even if I know I’ll chop a lot in the editing process, it at least feels like progress.
Journaling never felt like progress. I could never do it consistently, and if I had to write one more feeling, I would have thrown up.
So instead, I tried something different…