The irony behind this post is I have a self-diagnosed case of bloggers' block. Symptoms: anxiety, frustration, headache, and the dreaded blank page. The pristine page mocks me, daring me to string sentences together to form a post worth reading. It's been going on for a couple of days now.
Periodically I find myself stuck in my own head. Going in circles. I put undue pressure on myself.
I tend to over analyze...
I mentioned my plight to a few blogging friends, and the general consensus was...relax. Do something other than think about writing. One blogger suggested I go outside...change my surroundings (I was happy to comply, as the sky was clear, the sun was shining and it was warm. In short, a perfect day). Another suggested reading a good book or cooking something special. Others simply commiserated. Which amazed me. Low and behold, others go through the same thing! This helped because I was beginning to gravitate toward feeling that I'm the only one who's experienced the phenomenon of the blank page. I discovered I'm not that important. Shocking (said tongue in cheek). This grounded me. It is the true beauty of a network of colleagues who share my passion for writing. We are all on common ground.
I did something different. I went for a run, got a massage and recharged my creative mind.
In order to burst out of my mental block, I'm just going to write.
Well, perhaps ramble if you will. The page isn't blank....so it's a start. Short but sweet. I feel liberated.
Lesson learned today? If I'm stuck in a rut, feeling alone....reach out and ask for help. That is not a sign of weakness. It is, my friends, strength.