I'm wrong

I’m wrong:

I’m wrong.

I’m going to be wrong publicly.

I already am.

I wrote months ago about the stock market crash in 2021.

It won’t happen.

Not before the end of the year.

I’ll be wrong, publicly.

Do I still think the market is screwed and going to crash like something we’ve never seen before?

Yes.

It feels like the powers that be have to set everything up to try and make it as smooth as possible.

It won’t be.

It’ll be brutal for so many.

But none of this has happened.

So many people think I’m probably an insane person.

That’s ok.

This is all a project to see if I’m right about the world going forward.

This is not for who I am today.

This is for me 2, 3, 5 years from now.

Did me today really know what was going to happen in the world?

Or was he a complete idiot?

The only way to find out is to write everything down, have a documented record of it then go back and see.

But here’s the bet I made.

By writing almost 500 blog posts in a year, my upside is infinite.

I could literally have written about an event before it happened or meet someone across the world who may change my life forever.

What’s my downside?

I have almost 500 blog posts made for me. I smashed a goal I set for myself. I discovered what I really enjoy. I allowed myself to grow and learn more about the world than any other year.

So there’s no downside.

This is all growth.

If I’m right, cool.

If I’m wrong, cool.

But I’ve set myself for something.

That’s the difference.

The grind. The hours. The hundreds of thousands of words in Microsoft Word.

No one else has put in the time.

No one else has done what you’ve done.

No one else has lived the life you have.

So do something about it.

Use it.

Use it to better yourself and the world.

Who cares if you suck?

I’ve been my harshest critic my entire life.

I judged myself immensely growing up, and still do.

I’m not good enough.

There’s way more to do.

I haven’t really accomplished a lot.

But what I’ve learned about the writing process this year is I really enjoy it.

It makes me happy.

It forces me to reconcile my thoughts.

As you can probably tell, I’m bothered by a lot.

I have a lot of ideas.

But growing up I was always the quiet one.

Watching.

Listening.

Not saying anything.

But it doesn’t mean I don’t have opinions.

I’m just not afraid to say them anymore. Publicly.

People may say ‘why aren’t you putting this up immediately as you write it?’

‘Why are you building a roster of content before distributing?’

One, reputational risk at work, which I can’t have right now, and two, it’s a lot of work to distribute and keep up full time.

To me, this is all a side hobby.

It’s what I like to do with my spare time.

I’ve grown to realize that your hobby can become your job.

The kicker for me is if I’m right about the market and do make enough money, then I’ll never be beholden to this career.

I’ll have enough money elsewhere to not worry.

But that’s a very difficult place to get to.

So I’m just being patient.

Doing my thing.

Being wrong on a daily basis.

Failing forward.

Trying to better myself.

So what if I’m wrong?

At least it wasn’t for lack of trying.