I have writer’s block.
I know, color you surprised. This has happened before, but this time is a little different. Yes, I don’t know what to write about, which is essentially one of the definitions of writer’s block, but I can’t seem to distinguish whether it is, in fact, writer’s block, or if I’ve just been too busy to actually form a cohesive thought.
Between work and traveling and family events and coordinating things for the Holidays and a social life and reorganizing and cleaning things, I l.i.t.e.r.a.l.l.y. feel like I’ve been under a rock.
I haven’t even been able to keep up with the Internet.
I got this cool new app on my iPad called Read It Later so I can actually attempt to catch up on all the sites and articles that I come across throughout the day but can’t spare a moment to read through. But by the time I get into bed and open up my iPad to begin reading, I’m already asleep. My poor boyfriend.
I think the strangest thing is that writing is the only item on my plate right now that’s giving me anxiety. I feel like I have everything under control and that most facets of my life are right where they should be for the first time in a while. But that fact that I’m not writing, I’m not spending time on my blog or on my personal journal, distresses me.
There isn’t pressure to write for you per se. Don’t get me wrong, I love writing for all of you, but when I write, I really write for me. So it’s my own pressure eating away at me, making my heart race and force a blog post out or make myself feel guilty and overwhelmed when I legitimately haven’t had the time.
That’s where I come in to beat myself up.
I’ve always said that you make time for the things you love. And I believe it. One hundred percent. That’s why relationships work (or fail). That’s why people are dedicated to charitable events or hobbies, etc. I haven’t been making time for myself to write, and I regret that.
I can’t promise that this will change, but my awareness of it is step one, I suppose. Even if I can just post a stream of conscious like this one once a week, I’ll be happy
How do you make time for the things you love when you’re busy?