You know that feeling when you’re itching to write something, something good, but every attempt that you make just causes you to shudder and cringe with disgust whenever you read it back? I’m definitely going through one of those phases right now: a.k.a. writer’s block.
Typically I’d say that my posts tend to write themselves. I’ll be sitting on the train, or standing in the shower, or attempting to mirror some Youtube cardio workout, when out of the blue I’ll be hit with a EUREKA moment that forces me to stop what I’m doing, rush to my phone and scribble it all down in my Notes before I miss my train of thoughts. And then a little while later, voilà, I hit Publish and I’m happy. 😀
It’s usually just that simple; easy as pie. But as of lately I feel like I’m lacking in inspiration; there’s nothing for me to write about even though there’s so much going on in my life at the moment. It just feels like the flow of my creative juices has come to an unexplained halt. Of course it’s just a phase, I know that and it’ll pass like it always does, but the not-knowing-when-it’ll-subside-part is what’s so frustrating because I LOVE to write. My ability to write is what essentially what makes me, me. And so whenever I can’t I feel a bit like a caged animal, restricted and knotted up, with little capacity to breathe… ok slightly dramatic but you get what I mean. It’s annoying!
And so while I’m going through this ‘meh’ phase I refuse to write anything just for the sake of it (excluding this post of course) I’ll try to be patient and wait for the storm to pass, however long that may be. Until then I’m hoping that the beautiful city of Istanbul will act as my muse and inspire me to write something that’s actually worth reading!
Hopefully it’ll be worth the wait, so wish me luck. 🙂