I spent this week reading posts I wrote 14 years ago - between 2008 and 2010. They are still public, but they are not tailored for this day and age. The writing style is reminiscent of someone that read too much into Dostoevsky for their own good - that with too many commas. The content also has a different feeling compared to what I am writing these days. But not just me, pretty much like everyone else. I wrote it like a diary, approaching problems that haunted me. Topics that I would consider mindless, or the opposite all together. They were raw feelings and views. The writing version of what Casey Neistat and Vblogers of a past generation did. Because I knew barely anyone would read them, the words weren’t muzzled. These days, musings of that nature are for my eyes only and the cadence is of one a month.
The piece on writing gives one in a leadership position a solid reason to write!