I sit down to write this against the winds of resistance. The internal voice who asks me not to. Despite the inner critic telling me I can’t. It’s as if all the words have evaporated. All ideas, just up and left. I try to remind myself showing up is the most important part but today it just doesn’t feel like enough.
I start a story, stop and start a new one. Very unlike me, not a problem I typically have. I begin to wonder if I’ll ever have another good idea again. After all, how long can you really go on writing about not being able to write? I try to reassure myself this is just apart of the process and journey. The harder I fight against it and more I focus on it, the more entangled in it I’ll become.
Writing when you don’t feel like you can is the only effective weapon against resistance. Knowing, not everyday will be bursting with creativity. Sometimes, we just have to allow ourselves to feel the fact we’re not feeling it. These days make me appreciate the ones where the words flow to and through me. The ones where I’m able to take the simplest of thoughts or ideas and run with them. It’s in these moments I’m reminded of just how unforgiving the craft can be. It doesn’t care about how we feel if we can’t put it into words.
We must write our way through it. Right through the bad ideas and the days filled with them. To remain active and in practice. Sitting down to write is what allows us to work through it. It lets the magic find its way back in. Staying in habit opposes stagnation and atrophy. Not every at bat will be a home run but we must step up to the plate and swing.
There is always a new idea waiting to be explored or an old one to be re-examined. We can bring our unique voice and perspective to any topic and breathe new life into it. We all have a story to tell. A collection of life experiences nobody else has lived through in which only we can share. We all have so much we can learn from each other. Both through our lives and through our art. We can’t impede that process by choosing not to write just because we aren’t brimming with inspiration that day. You never know who may need to hear something it is you have to say or what words you have trapped inside you that may help another.