My 30 Day Writing Challenge Gave Me Writer’s Block

Isn’t that great?

Completing my 30 day writing challenge was such a high. I felt so motivated and proud that I’d written almost every single day, no matter how small the piece. My creativity flowed freely. I discovered so much about my voice and abilities as a writer.

But ever since ending that intense daily writing sprint, I’ve struggled with writer’s block. It’s an ironic twist.

I think the pressure I put on myself increased after the challenge’s success. My inner critic whispers that if I’m not consistently crafting profound essays, I have no business writing at all.

Previously, I gave myself permission to write imperfect first drafts, knowing I could refine them later. But now I struggle trying to produce brilliant work right out of the gate.

I end up hesitating for so long that I don’t write anything at all. I’ve developed an all or nothing attitude that sabotages any output.

The more time I spend away from writing consistently, the bigger it looms in my mind. It starts to feel like this momentous, intimidating event rather than a simple healthy habit.

I need to realign my perspective and remember that showing up imperfectly on the page is better than not showing up at all. Done is better than perfect.

My motivation clearly thrived on the structure of a daily writing practice. So starting today, I vow to resume writing something small each day, even if it’s just journaling or freewriting.

Returning to regular creation will shake me from constantly waiting and overthinking. Momentum and inspiration will follow (hopefully).

My inner critic wants flawless work without effort. But real writers must cultivate the habit of putting words down daily. We can’t wait for motivation to magically strike.

So while the pressure is real, I know consistent creation will dissolve my blockage over time. A little routine goes a long way.

Here’s to getting back on the horse. I’m excited to see where simply showing up to write leads me next. Even just a paragraph a day will add up.

The blank page is waiting anytime I’m ready. No need to strive for perfection right away. Each word gets me closer to rediscovering my flow.