Writing is something I’ve always seemed to have a problem with. I’ll sit at my desk staring at a blank, white screen for what seems like eternity trying to make up my mind about what I’m going to type out. This probably doesn’t bode well with the fact that I want to be a journalist…
I don’t know what it is about creating a blog post that seems like such an insurmountable task. I think it may be this creeping thought in the back of my head that says, “What do you have to offer the world through your words? Do you really think people care about what you have to type out on some random website? You’re no expert.”
That’s my form of writer’s block. There are plenty of ideas bouncing around my head that I’d love to type out and share, but I lack the courage to write about them. I can’t seem to put my finger on the reason why that is quite yet.
Maybe it’s because I don’t feel qualified enough to write about certain topics, or maybe it’s because I think the 20 or so people that may stumble across this page will think the ideas are stupid. It all seems to come back to the root of caring too much about what people think of me. I guess as a journalist I’ll have to get past all that.
These four paragraphs feel like a little jigsaw puzzle. I’m starting to piece together the places that my mind bounces when I’m preparing to write something. I shouldn’t write because other people want me to or because I’m trying to impress someone. I should write because it’s what I want to do. That makes sense.
Thanks for reading through that little thought journey. If you’ve read to this point, I hope you’ve taken something away. I have.