Every week I write a new article.

Sometimes it's easy because the words are at the tip of my tongue, ready to spew onto the page.

When it's easy, it's usually because the experience or feelings are right there with me, waiting to be taken use of. Ready to be freed of something rather than just myself. Patiently remaining in the folds of my mind until they are properly processed into the words that fit the molds I desire.

A lot of times, it's really hard. To form the content I've been searching for. To be able to transfer the build up of experience and emotions I've not yet been able to appropriately refine for myself--as if I push myself too hard to find that place of discovery then it won't be the product that I envisioned. If that's the case, then I will never be satisfied with my writing until I'm ready to fully express it.

So yes, for me, writer's block definitely exists.

But I had a thought.

What if I just wrote about what I love? What if I focus on the things that get me through every day?

Why don't I do this more? Why don't I indulge in the little, most meaningful things that is provided to me on the daily?

If I did, I'd write about the following things:

1. My family who grounds me.

2. My long distance best friend who inspires me and loves me.

3. My roommate/best friend who's seen it all and is still okay with sticking around.

4. The guy who is just an all around good friend, always brings a good time, and who never fails to make me smile.

5. The girl in my life who follows her heart and reminds me to live life to the fullest.

6. The book I'm reading that I can't put down because I resonate on so many levels with the main character.

7. The coffee I drink every morning that gives me a fresh start and the energy I need to persist.

8. The season we're entering and how the change of the leaves remind me that seasons are just months which bring new experiences and adventures.

9. The poetry that sits on my nightstand waiting to be read in a moment of clarification.

10. The classes that I'm taking which remind me that I am on the right track.

11. The things I'm involved in that mold me into a new person.

12. The miles I've traveled and the things they have taught me.

13. My dog who gives me love when I don't deserve it.

14. The music that makes me think about life.

15. The places I've been which remind me that I've come a long way but still have a long way to go.

These are the little things, but they mean so much. These little things are a part of my every day routine. While most of the times it feels like I don't have anything together, the little things pull me into who and where I'd eventually like to be.