I’ve been meaning to write this entry for the past few weeks but every time I sat down to type it’s as if my mind failed to find the words and my fingers just sat motionless hovering over the keys of my laptop. It’s not too often that I come across a writer’s block. For those of you who know me I usually have a lot to say. Maybe too much at times. Though this time was different. Words, feelings, thoughts, dreams, hopes and fears sat up there waiting patiently to come out but it was as if the words themselves had jumped ship. I typed several entries just to find myself deleting it because truthfully each sounded like a jumbled mess of someone who had no idea what it meant to express themselves. You’d have thought I’d never had written a blog entry in my life. I rattled my brain over various topics trying to piece together what I wanted to say while driving to and from work, in the shower, making dinner, laying in bed at night. It started to feel as though I was forcing myself to speak words that weren’t my own. I can’t write like that. Pressure and my thoughts mix as well as oil and water. Truthfully, the words just need to flow as free as they come without force of any kind.
So I stopped. Continue reading