When Occasional Writing Became Something More
In 2024, I posted a whopping four articles on Substack.
At the time, I’d been in a writing group for almost a year. This platform became a place to share stories shaped by what I was learning in that group. It wasn’t earth-shattering or life-changing.
One random post in April. A handful of posts at the end of the year. That was 2024.
In 2025, I wrote and shared 31 articles here, a mix of stories and things I was learning.
In 2026, only four months in, I’ve already posted 28 articles. There’s a bit more strategy now, usually one instructional piece and sometimes a story each week, but the goal is the same: keep writing something regularly.
I used to have a WordPress blog. In the beginning, all was well. It was called Busy But Blessed: A Little Caffeine and Philippians 4:13. Cute, huh? Once I had a blog name, I felt official. I bought a domain and paid for a fancy web hosting package because I thought that’s what official bloggers did.
Translation: I overpaid handsomely for something that distracted me from the one thing I actually needed to be doing: writing. I work full-time, so extra time is a luxury. Nice to have, but not always available. And I’d already been working on my first book since September 2021.
What have I found?
An outlet for my writing.
A group of like-minded people.
A wealth of thoughtful, surprising, and genuinely helpful content.
A reason to keep showing up.
A creative rhythm I didn’t realize I needed.
A place where writing stopped feeling like something I had to earn time for.
Somewhere between “I’ll post occasionally” and “I guess this is part of my life now,” Substack stopped being a side project. It became a place to think out loud, test ideas, tell stories, and stay accountable to the part of me that has always written.
I didn’t come here with a strategy. I came here with a few stories and a little curiosity. Turns out, that was enough to start something bigger than I expected. Humans love to make five-year plans, then get surprised when the small thing quietly becomes the real thing.
I thought I was building a place to post occasionally. Instead, I built a habit. A rhythm. A space that continues pulling me back to the page. Funny how the things we treat as small sometimes end up taking up the most meaningful space in our lives.
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