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Medium Is A Transient Platform
It’s a clichéd journey, not a destination
I’m bored with Medium. In two years I’ve been a pub owner, a writer, a passive editor, an active editor, a slacker, and a supporter. The introspection and lessons I’ve learned are priceless, and there is no doubt in my mind I’m a better writer than before I arrived here.
The friends I’ve made have literally changed my life. You know who you are and you know I love you. We will always be friends, of that I am certain. You’ve been with me from sober-curious to one year on the wagon. You read my first shitty piece and my last shitty piece, and all the shitty pieces in between.
But now I’m bored.
I’m bored with the daily assault on the senses. I’m bored with pouring myself into stories that go quietly into the night. I’ve never had a piece go viral. I’ve never made more than $77 in a single month. I suppose I could have sold my soul and started writing about writing, but FUCK THAT. I’d rather quit.
Damn, I hope this doesn’t come off as sounding like the stereotypical whining about Medium, but I can’t worry about that now. It’s too late for me. Save yourself.
Like many of you, I go back and forth. I fall in love with the platform and then hate it again. I receive some positive feedback on a few…
