Where the Hell Have I Been?

That is the question.

I know it’s been 11 months since I wrote a blog post. 334 days of radio silence.
I went dark, but I did not stop.
I have been around, but I have been working. Working with organizations, speaking, supporting individual clients, and facilitating Mastermind groups and retreats. I have been growing my business and doing work that has transformed communities. Work that at its core has transformed me. I have been working a lot of hours. A lot. I am proud of every single one.

The price I paid for doing such great work was that I did not get a chance to write. I have to admit that I missed it.
I never refer to myself as a writer. I have too many close friends that love writing. It is what they are here on this earth to do. As little children they dreamed of writing books, while I dreamed of protesting and starting revolutions. They loved words. I loved speeches.

I am not a writer. Writing is hard for me. I mean really hard.
I will never refer to myself a writer. On occasion I may call myself a blogger.
On occasion.

If I am being honest, that’s exactly why I stopped posting blogs over the past 11 months. It was easy to give it up when my to-do list expanded. Giving my clients Desiree live and in person was enough. Writing was expendable.

I woke up Sunday morning with an urge to write. A powerful, painful gut wrenching need to put my thoughts, voice, and vision to paper. It is all I have been thinking about since.
So this is what I have figured out: I need to push myself in a way I never have before. I need to do more of what is hard so I that can build my muscles.
I want to think differently in 2015. I want to play a longer game and that means I have to do things differently.
I have to start mastering new skills (like writing!). Mastering them with deliberate practice.

Nothing is more important to my success, and the success of my clients, than for me to push myself to continuously learn and improve.
My overall goal is to be a better consultant and coach. The clients, income, and my sense of satisfaction are simply the reward for pushing myself harder. My purpose is bigger than product and writing will be just one of the mediums to help get me there.

Greatness is not created  by impulse, but by small action.

Time to get the  keyboard cranking!