I’m still a little burnt out, full disclosure. I just finished my school semester two days ago and I feel like I have nothing to write. I used to have so much writing motivation that posts would be written well ahead of time and banked up, but lately Fridays hit and I go “oh shit, I’ve got to write something.” In September, I took my writing schedule from weekly to biweekly — and still, I’ve been struggling to write.
I’m motivated a ton about advocacy, don’t get me wrong. I’m volunteering about 10 hours a week with mental health programs, I’m continuing to study it in school, and I love talking to people on the podcast. But writing new posts is a struggle right now. I still have a huge, ever-growing list of ideas, but when I sit down to write, it’s just not flowing. It’s not the release it used to be, it’s a job.
Since re-launching the blog in February, I’ve only missed four scheduled blogs. Every other week, and there’s been 30 of them, I’ve published something. Yes, occasionally a few days late, but still. That is a kind of dedication that I don’t get often in my life, at least not so far.
I haven’t given up, I haven’t given in, but I need a break.
I don’t want to dread writing; I want it to be the cathartic and powerful experience that made me start my blog.
I’m going on vacation. I don’t know when I’ll be back publishing, but I’m hoping before the end of January.
Here’s my plan: I’m going to write in a way that I enjoy again; I’m going to get out of the house, cozy up with a fancy coffee, and just write whatever comes to mind. I’ll write silly things, things I’ll never publish, and maybe even something big. I’ll bank some good blog posts for when I come back and I’ll fall in love with writing again.
I’ll see you all soon.