Experts say that when you’re stuck for words, words are what you must write. Write, write, write, and you might just light a spark of inspiration. For all you science students out there, I guess it’s a little like capillary action. The first water droplet draws the next and the next and the next, and soon you have a flow. Now I’m actually dictating this into my iPhone, so I’m not sure the same rule applies.
Anyhoo, I ask myself, why am I struggling to write? I reckon if I knew the answer, I’d be writing heaps.
I think I partly thwarted myself. At the start of the year, I quietly told myself that I wanted to write with more intention. I thought that would be a good idea, a bit of a blog goal. But what ever does that really mean? Maybe that intention has become an obstacle instead.
I also believe, that I spent far too much time on blogging-related activities last year (writing, reading, commenting, Facebook, Twitter). I let lots of things slide, things my heart told me were important, but things I obviously did not prioritise.
This year I’ve intended to keep up with my personal journals and a record of my family life, a bit like the Project Life concept. Both have languished since I started blogging. I’ve yet to rectify that.
I’ve also chosen to make other mundane tasks, like paperwork, a more important priority. Last year, I ignored such annoyances, such as the registration of my baby’s birth, and only submitted it just after Christmas. She was almost 10 months old by then. How embarrassing to admit that!
Now I’m letting blogging-related activities slide, and the result is a similar feeling.
I dislike that feeling that comes with backlog and procrastination. It’s a staleness. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I’m trying to unshackle myself from “it”, and all that leads to “it”.
In the meantime, overwhelm feels like it’s locked-up my brain, and even though I know the cogs of my mind are turning. It just all feels like a white, hazy fog up there, a bit like a blank canvas, with nothing on it.
But, with any blank canvas, there is the enormous potential for creativity. I just need to find my paints and paint brushes, and push perfectionism and the vague “shoulds” to the sidelines. Wish me luck!
I’m linking with Jess from Diary of a SAHM for IBOT.