Writing can get in the way of thinking. Especially when you feel compelled to write as a manner of good hygiene…brush your teeth, get 7-8 hours of sleep, do some journaling, etc. Good habits, yes, because entropy is a constant threat, the desire to coast along, rest on laurels, consume the free energy of modern life. Enjoy the journey, yes, but the journey is not always enjoyable. It can lead to new, interesting experiences, but can often be dull, repetitive, or require a level of patience and practice just to keep a certain level of flexibility and dexterity. Enjoy the journey, while you can, but it is better to embrace the work. It’s not in my nature to commit to one thing forever, but when I do commit, I put in the work. Commit to the work, and the journey sort of takes care of itself. In a weird sense, the work creates the boundaries in which the journey unfolds. And then, happenstance will appear to add an extra level of attachment or endearment. Inspiration, yes, above all, look for that. It is a great help to retrace my steps, look back and reread my writing. Like looking through a window and seeing someone familiar, but not so well known that I take for granted.