Lately, I’ve noticed something about myself—I’ve seen plenty of stories out there that I’ve wanted to talk about on my blogs, but I just haven’t had the energy to actually sit down and write them. It’s not that I don’t have opinions, or that I don’t care. Quite the opposite—I care too much sometimes. But when you’re drained, even the things you want to do, the things that normally feel exciting or fulfilling, just feel heavy.
I’ve been in that space recently. I’ll scroll past a headline, or hear about something going on in the world, and a part of me immediately thinks, that would make for a really good blog post. But then reality sets in—I don’t have the spark to dive in the way I want to. I don’t want to force it, because then it wouldn’t come out authentic.
Writing, for me, has always been about honesty and presence. And right now, my presence has been wrapped up in simply trying to hold onto enough energy for the day-to-day. So if the words haven’t been flowing as often, that’s where I’m at.
Maybe that’s the lesson here: sometimes it’s okay to let the blog sit quietly for a while, even when ideas are piling up in the back of your head. Sometimes it’s okay to admit that you’re drained. That honesty, too, is part of the writing journey.