42 – I’m Tired Of Finding It So Hard To Write

6/30/22

I wish writing was easy.

I’ve been having that thought for weeks, months now. Most days, I walk over to my desk and I open up my computer and I stare. Rummage around my brain, peek in at my heart. Decide I’ll come back to it later.

Why is it so hard to write?

A few months ago, a few weeks ago even, I thought it was because there was nothing exciting, nothing worthy of reflection happening in my life. No love interest, no world-changing career move, no novel thought or agonizing emotion.

But right now, I’m unsatisfied with that answer. If writers were required to have exciting lives, who would make the cut?

I think that the root issue is judgment, me to me. Living in a state of disconnection. Judging what finds its way through and tossing it aside.

I’m tired of finding it so hard to write.

Lately, I’ve been sleeping in. I make coffee right away, I look forward to going to the gym, and I spend my evenings with people who make me laugh. I haven’t wanted to dive deep. I go to the pool go to the pool go to the pool because laying in the sun makes me feel alive.

I don’t like my writing when I’m trying too hard – I’ll pursue ease. 

Lightly,
Leah