I feel compelled to write. I really want this habit to reform. I really want this method of reflection to just be a part of my day. But, here I sit stuck again. Today was simply a day. It was neither too eventful nor too boring. It was a sort of “just right” sort of day.
So, why am I stuck? I guess I hope I can be a witty, thoughtful writer who has something poignant and quotable to say every day. (Maybe the American Psychiatric Association is right, everyone is a narcissist.)
how to get unstuck? I figured it out, at least temporarily, last year. Just write. It doesn’t matter what I write. i don’t have to be witty. I don’t have to make my 750 or 300 word dreams. I just have to write.