After writing a blog post for the last 14 days in a row, it’s been awesome to see some people tell me what they liked about my writing. It’s also been so helpful to get feedback on what parts of my writing I could work on. The absolute best part so far, though, has been realizing that my writing isn’t that big of a deal.
I don’t feel I have any ideas to write about tonight. Maybe it’s writers block, I thought. I don’t feel like I have much on my mind, except that it’s nearly one in the morning and I just gotta write something, anything. Just two weeks ago, I would be terrified at the idea of this. I would keep myself from hitting publish because I needed to carefully think over my words and how they could be read. As though my writing would be so completely life-altering to the world that I needed to be very careful about revealing them.
The careful place is the drafts section. Writer’s block doesn’t exist. I can always write, even if I think it’s crappy. If I chose not to write and I call it ‘writer’s block’, maybe it’s because I think my writing will be such a big deal that I should be careful and keep it as a draft.
Tonight I’m creating this post, hitting publish and I don’t really care. And it feels great.