Four or five -ish years ago, I had the urge to start blogging.
One of those nagging longings that stuck around in the back of my mind so long, I knew I had to take action.
I found the perfect name scrawled in purple graffiti on a harbor pier and located its origin in the poet Rilke: Face to Face with the Sky.
I started a Tumbler.
It went nowhere.
A year later, I discovered Word Press, and launched Face to Face with the Sky again.
That also went nowhere.
My content sucked. It lacked focus. It lacked depth. I wasn’t sharing what was real and on my heart.
Another year went by, and my mental health, which I have struggled with all my life, was deteriorating.
Writing became my refuge, scribbling and typing my solace.
I started another blog, The Wishing Well, focused exclusively on mental health. In one year I had over 500 followers and lots of activity on the blog. The content was good. It was real. I was sharing what was on my heart.
So what do you think I did?
I deleted the whole thing.
Steven Pressfield wrote in his wonderful book Turning Pro about migrant workers who “rode the rods,” or stole away on trains across America. The migrant workers have a saying about abandoning one place and moving on to another: “pulling the pin.”
Train cars are attached by a single “pin” holding together their joined parts. Pull it out, and the car rolls away, no longer attached to the train.
I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve “pulled the pin,” or completely bailed out of things in my life.
When it comes to writing, I don’t want to do that any more.
Fall seven times, get up eight.
Start a blog seven times, keep it up eight.