Medium just paid me 4 cents and it changed my life.

It’s ironic for a dude like me — with a to-do list dustier than the Cleveland Browns’ trophy case — to write about writing on Medium.

I haven’t posted since Sept. 10. I want to, the same way some of you want to keep up this days-long gym habit. Or want to give up downing full-sized almond Hershey bars like they were the fun-size versions.

It just hasn’t happened.

Life is one gigantic and convenient excuse. I was sick. I was healthy. I was busy. I was bored. I got called into work. I called out from work. Too cold? Too hot. Too medium.

But when I got this 4-cent check — it changed everything.

Suddenly, without me giving enough attention to it at all, my writing here had a monetary value. Not Rockerfellerish by any stretch, but TWICE the value of the two-cents worth we talk about constantly.

See that? My writing was twice that valuable.

And suddenly all the ideas I had for posts here — How Twitter saved my writing soul and how I failed miserably at giving up diet soda and ginger snaps, but still feel like a winner — well, those took on a new life.