I struggle with knowing what to and not to write about. I far too often err on the side of not writing.
I struggle with taking the time to blog. I’ve got a job. I’ve got a family. There’s always something else to be doing.
I struggle with laziness. It’s easier to scroll Twitter or post to the MacRumors forum about my Mac Studio’s shipping date.
I struggle with my attention span. I should be doing one thing, but instead I’m doing two others.
I struggle with the fear of being imprecise. What if I write something that someone takes differently than how I mean it?
I struggle with putting myself out there. What if someone reads what I write and thinks poorly of me for it? What if someone reads what I write and thinks better of me for it???
I struggle with getting ideas out the door. Writing is a muscle I let atrophy.