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Medium — Therapy in Disguise?
Who would’ve thought writing on Medium would have such ramifications?
So Day 1 on Medium, I said to myself:
I’ll just try it out.
See if it suits me.
See whether I can do this.
Little did I know this would be the biggest impact on my life, since, well, forever!
Stillness
Writing for Medium forces me to be still. To Listen. To be observant, of myself, and the world around me.
Writing allows me to be contemplative, reflective, and thoughtful. I can be in the moment, hearing the sounds of nature outside my window, and sensing my state.
I spent six years meditating on a daily basis, which certainly helped me be to be still in that moment. But I’d get to the job, with my stress-buttons on overload, and that calm was instantly pushed aside. More caffeine, please…
But now — Well now, my work is my writing, so for the first time, what I do ‘at work’ is encouraging this Zen behavior.
I have to look within, every day, to create. I’m new at this, but I doubt that I’ll ever get to a stage where I’m stealing someone else’s experience. That just seems impossible to me. So checking myself is now an essential tool for my work.
