This post is a rerun. I post occasional reruns as a kindness to myself and to unearth old posts for new readers. You can read about reruns, too.
Today’s rerun is First, a History. It’s the very first post on this blog—the blog that I publish a post on every day. I talked about my history, but really, it was about community. I said that I was writing—among other things—to discover a community; to find my people.
Tens of posts later and I’ve started to find it. I’ve had strangers reach out to talk about wonderful things they’re building. I’ve had friends reach out to reconnect and talk about their own writing practice. I’ve gained new friends who discovered me through my writing.
In the original post, I said that the way to discover a community of kind, creative people was to be kind and creative myself. I’ve tried to live by that through writing every day and putting it out there. I’ve started to make art every day, too, and it’s already helped me find new folks.
When I wrote that first post I had no idea what would happen, but I was convinced that I needed to make something every day and share it. I’m happy to report that instinct was on the money, and that it’s brought me joy regardless of any other outcome. Making just feels good.
If you’re looking for your own community, try putting your work out there, or whatever it is that you want to see more of in the world and connect with people over. Make something as often as you can and share it—you never know what might happen if you do.