The more I keep on writing daily. The more I feel like I don’t want to do it. I have made a commitment. I will write and publish daily on my blog for one year. But I have less and less will to do it. Sadly, if I go back to read my first articles, I find them better compared to what I’m writing right now. I feel different from that time. Initially, I had no idea what it would take to write and publish daily. But I had a lot of enthusiasm. It felt new. I felt a lot of energy. And it was frustrating but also fun. In the last few weeks. I feel like it’s a chore. I always do it at night when I am exhausted, and I really don’t want to do it. It is clear to me. I’ve been reporting to myself that it’s a bad habit. And so this is what happened. A good habit that would fuel my creativity and would represent a challenge to demonstrate my capability of being coherent and consistent became something which is repetitive and flat and devoid of energy. I need to accept that. Because I never set the standard for the quality of what I am publishing, my commitment was only to write every day. I’m doing it. But I’m not satisfied with the quality of what I am writing. What is coming closer, is the end of this year of blogging daily. So I’m wondering what will happen when I don’t have the need to write daily. Will I ever write again? And what will I write?