Are You Stuck For Words?
For some reason I just can’t make any magic happen today.
Today I am struggling to write. I simply can’t think of anything. My mind has zero ideas. I have tried reading, meditation, walking, journalling, even eating vegan cinnamon doughnuts, and still nothing. Blank.
So, I thought, why not write about struggling to write. Surely, I am not alone in this experience. I imagine many writers go through this.
If you have any tips I would love to read about them.
Writing is a beautiful way to express thoughts. But it also offers me a way to compartmentalize ideas and concepts. There’s something comforting about creating these discrete little categories within myself.
I imagine one thousand tiny cabinets deep within me and I can easily place thoughts in there, remove them, or shuffle ideas around. I find it really helps me work through all the chaos that can arise in my mind some days. I just open a draw and there’s an idea waiting to be written about. Or, I open a draw a pop a thought in there for another day.
Most days my mind and heart are beautifully connected and writing is easy. Whether it be words about my journey of discovering my truth and beingness, or written content for my business, it just seems to flow. However, when writing presents a challenge, it is usually due to mental fatigue, or complete and utter overwhelm.
Today is a mental fatigue day.
It goes without saying that if you want to be a great writer you have to write every day. Similarly, great writers read every day. Reading inspires the imagination. Reading is a great teacher — you learn about a topic and are exposed to the craft of storytelling. You also understand how authors construct their concepts and turn an idea into a completed story.
I’m on Day 5 of a 90-day writing challenge.
It’s a challenge I set for myself. I saw something similar mentioned on LinkedIn: Pick one aspect of your business, give it 100% and do it every single day for 90 days. So here I am. Writing about nothing, just because I need to write. Because I made this commitment with myself. No excuses accepted. (My goal is at least 500 words per day).
As I sit here, waiting for my fingers to keep moving on that keyboard, I think about how grateful I am to be able to write, and run a business. To be able to set goals, dream big, and work on myself to reach my fullest potential. I am grateful for every misery I have experienced for it has brought me to this point.
I look outside my window. It won’t be long before it’s dark. I can see and hear the mad flurry of all the pigeons, magpies and lorikeets getting themselves ready for bed, chirping, squawking and seamlessly diving between trees, in and out branches. Jostling to get the best (safest) spots for the night. And I know that it’s perfectly ok that I don’t write anything meaningful today.
It would have been really easy to write nothing at all. Honestly, that’s what my brain was telling me to do (no one will care if you miss one day). You know what? I care, because I made a pact with myself and I’m not giving in to ego or laziness, or any other old belief about myself.
I’m proud to say that I’m nearing 600 words and I didn’t give up. It’s not a masterpiece — far from it. But I didn’t let myself down. And that means the world to me.
Here’s to your magnificence
Silva x
