Why I Started Writing (When I Was Ready to Quit Everything) Pt. 2
From burden to blueprint.
I’m not trying to build a platform anymore.
I’m trying to steward a burden.
I write because I can’t not write.
I write because there are men out there who feel stuck and can’t talk about it.
I write because I was there.
In some ways, I still am.
I write for the guy who feels invisible.
For the one working hard, loving his family, carrying the weight, and wondering if God sees him.
I write for the brother who can’t quite articulate it, but knows something in his life needs to change.
Not for comfort.
For clarity.
For purpose.
For legacy.
And here’s the thing—
I’m not on the other side of this.
I’m not standing at the top of the mountain shouting tips.
I’m still on the climb.
And I’m just trying to be faithful with what’s in my hands.
That includes my job.
Let me be clear. I’m not despising my work right now. Far from it. The Lord has been kind. My buddies brought me into a new opportunity, and it’s providing well for my family. It’s not the dream, but it’s a provision I’m grateful for. I’m not writing because I’m drowning. I’m writing because I’m finally breathing again, and I want to share what God has been doing in the middle of it all. I still desire financial freedom—but now I’m learning to pursue it on God’s terms, not mine.
I’m not writing because I’m drowning.
I’m writing because I’m finally breathing again—
and I want to share what God’s been doing in the middle of it all.
Colossians 3:23
“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.”
This whole journey—sales, failed businesses, burnout, spiritual fog—
It wasn’t wasted.
It was formation.
God was exposing my idols, realigning my view of work, and reminding me that obedience doesn’t always feel epic.
Sometimes it just feels like faithfulness with no fanfare.
That’s where I’m writing from.
Not the spotlight.
The shadows.
The quiet place where God still speaks.
So thank you for reading this far.
Thank you for walking with me.
I’ll keep writing from the trench and handing you what I’ve got.
May your countenance be lifted, and may the King be glorified.
