There are people out there who absolutely hate Tim Ferriss, can’t stand Ryan Holiday, loathe and despise James Altucher, cringe at Dan Kennedy, and think Steven Pressfield is stupid.
It’s very liberating.
For a long time, I’ve gone back and forth about writing: writing a book, writing a blog post, even writing a tweet. If you look at the large gap on my blog between periods of activity, it becomes self-evident.
It’s the typical writer’s self-doubt. What Steven Pressfield refers to as Resistance.
“What if people don’t like it? Or even hate it? What if people don’t like me? What if I piss someone off? What if they realize I’m a complete fraud and have no idea what I’m talking about?”
To know that writers I greatly admire – like all of the ones listed above – get their fair share of criticism and internet hate makes my insecurity seem a little silly. Not only is it liberating, it’s downright empowering.
“You think they suck? Wait until you get your eyeballs full of what I’m about to release!”