Lately, I’ve felt blocked.
It hits me every once in awhile, but lately, it’s been somewhat constant.
I’m long since divorced. Not a heck of a lot more to write about on a daily basis learning-wise (but, as you know, when it strikes, I write about it, because I am constantly still learning, even almost three years since it all began, er, ended).
I’m happy. Like, whoa. (and ironically, as I’ve written about before, there’s so much more to say when you’re not happy, sadly).
….and when I write about being happy, well, sometimes, I feel like some may be sick of hearing that message.
…but then I go back to…I write for me, nobody else. No audience (as much as I love you all!!). Just me.
(so why do I think that way?! for instance, last night’s post, I was really worried about the reaction, but why should I be? It’s mine, and this is my haven to write what I feel. And thank you for your encouragement!).
I’m finding the topics I want to write about lately are…fitness-related. And I don’t consider my blog a fitness blog. So then I wonder if I’m just being annoying blogging about running and Barre n9ne and body image.
…but then I go back to…this is my blog, I can write what I want.
But maybe I don’t know what I want to write about consistently right now. I don’t want to start a second blog. This is my home. And I know I want to write. I love to write.
And, let’s be honest, my life isn’t *that* interesting where writing about what my day is really all that palatable either.
So, maybe I just write less often and pick and choose what I post here, what I guest post for my sister on, and what I just banter on about on Twitter.
Or maybe I just let it lie, and see how I feel in a few days <–this is me talking to myself as I type. Is this amusing? No?
Clearly, I’m blocked. And now going in circles talking it out here. Wow.
Overthinking, Writer’s-Block-Ridden, Talking-to-myself-until-I-drive-myself-nuts,