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I Took a Month Off From Writing
And it thought me something very important.
About four weeks ago, I woke up one morning and can’t even tell you at this point how that morning went, and I had not come up with any writing ideas the night prior. I didn’t write anything that day, nor did I try to think of new topics for future blogs. Instead, I let that day pass me. And I let that happen with the next day, the next day, and the next day. Until yesterday, I had yet to publish anything new, but now I’m back and hopefully a little wiser than I was a month ago.
Life, as peculiar as it is, sent me a sign that it was time to go back to writing. Weeks or days prior, I had chucked my inability to get back to writing because of ‘wRitEr’S bLoCk’. I’m here to tell you that it is BS, and the real reason I had stopped writing is that I stopped trying. It no longer felt convenient for me to go through other articles or old journals of mine for inspiration. It felt like a job then and I began to treat it like one as well, only performing at the bare minimum level. And doing so brought me to that point where it no longer ‘felt’ right, so I stopped.
This is perhaps one of the hardest things we humans of today have to own up to. When something stops being ‘convenient’ or no longer feels ‘right’, we drop it and move on to the next shiny thing. The people who are…
