Why I write everyday

Praise,

Why do I write?

I write for myself—my 21-year old recently narcissistic self.

Even so, the decision to make this about me wasn't borne out of the love I've got for myself or the admiration of my skillset. As much as this would make good for commercial, it wasn't also about my rather obvious passion to see other creatives win.

I'd tell you an extra truth for free, I didn't know why when I started. Initially, it was just marketing for me—a direct channel that I control to connect with an audience that matter in the most fluid way imaginable. This was the mental plan when I told my team about the newsletter last year.

When we started at first, I wanted the Tribbe to tell their stories. Create content based on their insights and share with an audience consistently.

My mistake? The audience was mine, not the Tribbe's.

I wrote about how big a mistake this was in my December email to the team titled "Your Part In Our Universe Called Tribbe". Here's an excerpt:

I’d stop work and think, “why bother?” It’s not like they made you a leader of some sort. If you didn’t care so hard, no one would notice. Why lose sleep because someone is feeling left out? Why think long and hard (chuckles***) about what person X could become if they believed in themselves an ounce more?

I’d say my greatest undoing was thinking y’all can become superstars (don't you roll your eyes yet).

You see; not everyone will be stars. It’s foolish to think in a universe as endless as ours, stars are the only things of significance. I started this email with the doctor's prescribed dose of “brutal honesty” hoping to end with some thought-provoking line that humbles you and makes you reflect on your wrongdoings. Yet, as I write this paragraph, it turns out—I’m already humbled (I f*ck up gann).

In a Tri—bbe, not everyone is chief! My mistake? I wanted y’all to be chiefs.

So when you were busy becoming planets, gravity, asteroids, meteors, storms, clouds and other elements that make the universe so beautiful, I was bothered that you were not a yellow sun!

Today, everyone of them have gradually begun to carve out what makes them tick, building an audience that loves their content. Theophilus, Kilani, Pelumi, Toluwase, and the 10 other amazing members of the Original team.

So what did I learn? Or better put, why did I start all over? Why do I write?

I write because it is one of the most profound ways I understand myself. You'd think, why not keep a journal? This is one—one that my rather insistent passion for helping creatives has driven public.

I read my newsletters in my email like you. Yes, as this delivers, I'd read my name "Dear Praise", in a completely oblivious tone of how I felt when I wrote it.

I read like I never wrote it—considerably the reason I sometimes marvel at how outstanding I write sometimes.

Back to why.

I write because I have a story. I write because I could've done it differently and didn't. I write for my past holding on to a thought he'd read it. I write for my present hoping to immortalise it and never forget this feeling. I write for the future with faith that it'll matter.

I write for the mistakes I haven't made. I write to stay sane. I write to escape the corporate-ness that my work demands. I write to recognise who I am. I write to remember the big picture. I write to be a better friend. I write to be an even better lover. I write to be a leader. I write to figure out leadership.

By coincidence, bits and chunks may connect with you. By the gods, like Thor would say, you read yourself in my experiences. I'm grateful, but sadly, I do not write for you.

If I had no subscribers, I'd still write. If I had a million subscribers, I still would tell you how tired my day was.

I write because my life's interesting to write about—and maybe that's what makes me 'narcissistic', but I write nonetheless ...

... for me, no-one else.

Good morning.

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