I have been writing my whole life.
I have tons of notebooks of stories I wrote in grade school and junior high. In high school and college I graduated to a journal. I started blogging maybe 10 years ago and wrote my manuscript.
And now I sit at almost 40 years old with nothing to say. This is so untrue because I do have so much to say. It simply won’t come out.
There are a couple of reasons I haven’t written, things holding me back, and I’ve used them as my excuse for not writing for the last year or so.
As I sit here today and have stared at this computer for far longer than I’m willing to admit a couple of things have occurred to me.
- Oh how I miss writing. I still journal, yes. I’m too much of a crazy person to not get my thoughts out somehow. But oh how I miss writing this blog.
- I’ve written in the past ample times about how I wasn’t brave. I stressed how I truly wanted to be a brave person. In looking back, wow, how brave a person I used to be that I shared my every thought and feeling and failure with you all. I didn’t care about the criticism – I just wrote. And now I see I was brave, and I have lost that with age and experience, because now I don’t want to be criticized for my life choices or feelings. Who are you to get to tell me what’s right and wrong? And I’m scared you will.
- You all are really missing out by not hearing my dating stories! 😀 But, that’s not what this blog is about. Sorry! You’ll just have to become one of my true friends to hear what’s really out there. (It ain’t pretty, ladies).
- Yes, wow. I have true writer’s block. And I just don’t know how to get past it.
Today I sat and told myself I wouldn’t get up until I wrote words. I didn’t care if they were words that made no sense; I didn’t care if it was the worst piece I had ever written. I knew I just needed to write.