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Better Than Nothing
Or at least, I hope so
Today, I’m not feeling motivated. I want to write more, want to share, but the inspiration has just vanished. Poof, gone in a puff of disappointing smoke.
A phrase popped into mind — starting is hard, do it anyway. Turns out, I wrote that article almost verbatim a little over a year ago.
Oops.
That article is all advice and positivity. This thing? Not so much. I’m poking my brain for ideas and inspiration, and it’s giving me nothing. Perhaps sad fart noises, if we’re talking in metaphors. The squishy bacon block that powers me is overcooked — or rotting, depending on your point of view.
Well, at least my ability to craft miserable metaphors still works.
It’s not nice to feel incapable. Writing is a fundamental part of my identity, and when that part of me goes AWOL I do not like it.
The logical part of my brain clamours to be heard. You’ve been very busy at your day job, it reminds me. So busy you’ve been verging on panic attacks for the last fortnight. It’s okay to take things easy when you’re close to burnout. In fact, you should be. Chill out!
Easier said than done. Much easier.
I want to be the kind of writer who is engaging and informative — today, I’m being self-absorbed. But I’m going to hit publish anyway, even though normally I’m not a fan of sharing half-baked writing.
It’s better than nothing.
It has to be.
