For the past two or so months, I’ve been nagged by a little leprechaun to write on my blog, to write a lot on my blog.

Each time I write on my blog, it’s a little different. Each time, I think that this time, I have reached the style of writing that is my style of writing. Needless to say, I’m wrong every time and each period is different.

Before this time, my writing was influenced by other people. In my first round of blogging, it was directly influenced by other people. I wrote things intentionally for other people, hoping they would click and read a blog post and see what I wrote and form an opinion on me based on it.

The second time, I was in a phase of not caring what other people think, and I wrote in a way to confirm to me I didn’t care what they thought. Others people still played a role in my writing because I wrote for the sake of not caring what they thought about my writing. I wrote in a very matter-of-fact, “I don’t give a damn what you think” way. It was cringy.

This time, I’m writing without any reason but to enjoy the process of writing things. I think the best art in the world comes to exist when the artist creates the art for no reason but because they love creating it. They love it. Right now, I’m enjoying writing. I want to create because I love creating. Nothing else is needed.

It’s so delightful to find writing that exists for the joy of the writer. Kelly Hackmann is an example. Writing for a specific purpose has its purpose but the writing of supreme quality is written for the person that writes. Even if the writing isn’t of supreme quality, I have more respect for a writer who writes for themselves than a writer who writes for others. I’m now going to describe a few types of writing I hate.

—Just kidding. I spent twenty minutes diving deep into how much I despise certain writing styles, but I didn’t like how it felt. When I erased my negative rant, I felt happier, and I’ve hereby committed to write only that which makes me experience joy.

I’m constantly wanting to write but every time before, every time I’ve written for a purpose other than the joy of the process and product of my writing, I’ve felt constipated. This time, I’m not writing to achieve some milestone of writing, or to improve my personal brand, or to increase my self-discipline. I am writing for a single purpose: because I like the way I feel, right now, as I write.