ON SECOND THOUGHT – Uninspired To A Ridiculous Extent
It’s Sunday once again, and I’m sure you all know what that means… ON SECOND THOUGHT is here! Before you jump right in, I just want to let you I added the ON SECOND THOUGHT series to the categories section of the blog this way you can instantly find all the relevant posts in one place. Feel free to check it once you’re done with today’s read.
Lastly, don’t mind the sticker on my t-shirt (lol) I totally didn’t notice… oh, extra points if you catch the Lewis Capaldi reference in this post. Now, on to why you’re here…
I’ve scratched my head a bit too much in the last hour. I’ve been rocking a simple hairstyle for the past few weeks – two braids, one on the left, the other on the right and as I sit here, I fight the insistent urge to pull them both. After all, I don’t enjoy pain. No one does.
This week has felt particularly strange as I struggled to put words together and make them sound authentic in some way.
My well of beautifully constructed words has seemed to have run dry leaving me with simply nothing to say. It’s not that I have no ideas written down in the pink notebook by my bedside, ideas that I loved and adored when I penned them with the blackest ink, but right now it seems like they all say nothing to me; not a single thing speaks volumes.
I read books and blogs I always return to hunting for something that sparks a fire. The magazine laying semi-opened on the floor I threw violently when I gave up on the thought it might ignite something somewhere.
Backspacing over and over and over; it’s the routine I’ve found to be the only constant, the only sure thing. A part of me is surprised I haven’t erased any of this yet.
During the week, all the words I wrote I locked away in a folder to never see the light. I stare at it as it lives on the right side of my desktop then I let my mind roam freely in an attempt to put the pieces back together.
There are times when words flow like a broken tap; no matter how much I try to close it, it just overflows, but on days like this, I’m like a summer day in a minute of drought, praying fervently for that one drop – that one glimmer of hope.
It shouldn’t be this hard to write a post – I told myself that too a few seconds ago – I mean I’ve done it too many times, but sometimes it is and I guess that’s part of the process. It’s like a war between your ‘genius’ and the burning desire to mold something precious that you will smile on in years to come.
On second thought, while that might not be today, I’m sure inspiration will strike again in all it’s force and glory and I’ll be right there ready to catch all of it. Isn’t it funny? Up until now, I never thought I’d ever long for a broken tap…
Your restless romantic roamer
What do you do when you feel unispired in your field?
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I feel this post so much!
Thank you so much, Emily. I hope to continue writing posts you enjoy reading! xx
I know this sounds basic but this post is so relatable, the worst is when the feeling lasts for months! but just documenting the ‘Stuck’ phase can be helpful,
It is really hard to overcome the ‘stuck’ phase sometimes, but something I’m finding really helpful is writing offline. Writing or doing things that only I will see and enjoy. I think we sometimes forget that while we create and do things for others to see, we need to remember to do them for ourselves alone and maybe that’s where we’ll find the inspiration to create some more. Thank you so much for reading the post xx
This post is the epitome of how I’ve been feeling recently. It’s like I have so much to say, but have no idea how to say it. Like I’m bursting at the seams and all it would take is for something to pop me like a balloon for everything to come flowing out. I’ve spent a lot of time waiting and searching for whatever was going to start this chain reaction, and now I just feel a bit defeated. You’re so right though – inspiration will strike again, it’s the wait for it to strike that’s the hard part!