I don’t know what to write. I kind of want to write about everything and anything right now, but that is honestly even more of a problem than the times I have nothing to write about. My brain is on overdrive, and I can’t settle it down; for the first time in a long time, a bottle of wine and my keyboard aren’t doing the trick. Life happens too fast, and our editors always remind us to write about what we know, what we are feeling. But that’s just it: I am feeling everything, and thus simultaneously, I am having writer's block.
I could probably write gibberish for the next few hours. I could come up with thousands of words that are nothing more than a stream of consciousness, but that would probably get boring to read after a while. I mean, come on, we’ve all had it. That moment where we know that we have to write something, but we aren’t quite sure how to put the words on to paper. We stare at the paper over and over, our mind juggling different words, looking for the exact one. The word that states all of our feelings, all of the adjectives that we need to use in just a few simple letters; but that word is currently elusive. Maybe it's unlucky, or maybe it’s a lack of vocabulary, but for me, at this exact moment, it is just an overwhelming feeling of having so much to say. Too much is happening in the world as a whole, and even more so in my own little world.
The silver lining? The more that I write, the more that things start to sort themselves out in my head, and more and more gets written. More words on paper, that all make sense eventually. I guess it's kind of like how life works: there’s so much going on all around us (at times to an overwhelming point), but if we just keep moving forward, just keep walking through the chaos, it will begin to work itself out. We will find answers in the chaos, and reason behind the confusion, and eventually that word that we are looking for, or that answer that has been hiding itself will come out.
So maybe it's writer’s block, but maybe it's just life, trying to work itself out piece by piece. It happens to all of us, so I’m not worried. I am going to welcome it, because when the breakthrough happens, I believe it will be greatness. I mean, I have to right? What’s the point of thinking that the struggle isn’t worth it? You have to believe it will all make sense in the end, because struggling and working to find the right word makes it all that much more exciting and amazing when it all comes together.
