This post was going to be about writer’s block. Even though I don’t actually believe in writer’s block. But that’s what I was going to write about today.
Because, honestly, the past couple of weeks, I’ve felt kind of “blocked” around putting words on the page.
Not that I didn’t have any ideas or anything to write about. I did and I do. Because I’m born to write and I’m a messenger. There’s always something for me to write about.
But I wasn’t being disciplined enough to sit down and actually make the effort to type the words out.
Every day when I’d think about writing something, every idea would feel lame and every message would feel been-there-done-that. I felt like I had nothing to say that was of any value to anyone.
And then this morning I was driving and a thought hit me… THAT is what I need to write about. I need to write about feeling stuck and lame and like I have nothing important to say.
Because that’s what I do.
That’s what I’ve always done.
I write about where I’m at in my life. In all its mess. In all its glory. In all its breakdown. In all its everything.
I write about what I’m going through at the moment, because it’s what I’m going through, and I know others in my community are likely experiencing something similar.
I was trying to make it so complicated by having a topic to write about and thinking my message needed to be something that no one has ever said before.
No, no, no, no, NO!
A topic isn’t necessary. And it doesn’t matter if someone has said something similar to me before.
I write not because I have something to say or even because I’ve got important wisdom to share.
I write because I can’t not.
Period. End of story.
I write because not writing makes me feel like shit.
I write because when I don’t, I feel lost and purposeless.
I write because I’m not myself unless I am.
I write because there’s not a single thing in the world that can fill the void not writing creates, other than writing.
I write because I was born to.
It’s who I am. It’s what I’m all about. And, for me, it’s the cure to everything that ails me.
So here I am, today, writing about not being able to write.
Because that’s what I do. I write about my life and where I’m at. I share what’s going on inside of me. I bare my soul to the internet.
It’s the first day back after a very long string of days where I didn’t allow the words to come out. And I’m already feeling better just having written these words. I already feel found and like I have a purpose.
It’s always been the writing. It will always be the writing.
What got me here is the writing. And the writing will be the thing that gets me where I want to go as well.
All the times when things in my life and business have worked and thrived and been successful were always the times when I was doing my writing consistently.
So what got you here most certainly will get you there, as long as you keep on freaking doing it.
