When words fail
I’m…
…stuck.
I think all creative people have a variation of this problem. We punish ourselves, we have great ideas but no follow-through, and we struggle with self-doubt of the most soul-wrenching kind.
I have a writing project that is just aching to be written out in heart-pounding prose, ideas that are just below the surface, longing to be examined and embraced. This is my dream.
But I really don’t think I’m good enough for this opportunity. I struggle to fight the voice that tells me to give up before I’ve begun.
I’m sorry to write such a desperate, navel-gazing post – I promise this is nothing that the baking of a dozen cookies and a hug from my hubby can’t fix. I’ll be fine. Really.
But I’m just…. bleh recently. My words feel lame, to put it bluntly. I’m not even sure why I’m writing all this publicly or how to wrap up this pathetic little post. So I’m going to organize my towel closet now, sing a song, get re-inspired.
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