Writer’s Block

I focused my creative energy on a degree I have not used since December 2021. Then I gave my creative energy to a job that did not appreciate it. And when I am not creating for others, I am focused on orchestrating opportunities for relationships with people around me. The strategic plans of charcuterie boards, game nights, and city exploration are integral when you find yourself in a new city far from home. And ultimately, I have a pretty rational fear that my writing isn't worth reading when I share (it may not be that rational).

With these different pulls on my attention and energy, I have not paused and determined what I want to do. All of the other things are steps toward those goals, but I may have gotten a bit distracted along the way. And not only am I distracted, but I am avoiding sending good enough for now for an unachievable goal of perfection.

But I promised my counselor and friends that I would hit publish today. I promised myself that I would enjoy the journey that comes with public growth. Holding myself to unrealistic expectations of perfection keeps me from the opportunities to learn from others and be a small part of others' journeys. I love the idea of creating conversation, reminding others that others are walking through similar seasons, and forcing myself to slow down and interact with life.

And maybe I am in a season of slight writer's block. Where posts don't seem to fly from my mind to the screen quickly, so I will leave the computer open, slowly chipping away from the block of fear. Who knows what this will lead to, but I won't know until I hit publish.