I'm in massive resistance right now...
How to cope when we don't know what to write about.
It’s the 29th of February. The month gifted me an extra day to write the blog I haven’t carved time for. ⏰
I’m in resistance.
Why?
Because I’m in the last month of work (teaching) before I start 6 months of long-service leave from the end of March to October! 🌍
I’m excitedly sorting out my affairs to go on a round-the-world adventure.
The plan is: Hawaii - New Orleans - Mexico - UK - Portugal - Bali.
With flexibility to change on a whim.
I’ve taught teens for 7 years to earn this. And I’ve worked my copywriting business to save for it, and to top up money whilst I’m away.
I’m ready. ✈️
But…
…what’s bothering me is:
What am I supposed to be writing about, now, and whilst I’m away?
I’ve an urge to ‘get it right’.
Which is futile and impossible.
🖋️ Last year, I started out writing about brand voice as that’s what I sell. But writing about copywriting doesn’t light my fire. And I don’t need an influx of clients. Small is good.
🖋️ I veered into writing about my memoir process. I like that. But I’m on a memoir break for a month or two, so I don’t feel compelled to share that.
🖋️ Lately, titles or ideas for Substacking whilst I’m away, have been drifting into my consciousness. Most frequently, it’s something like, ‘Slow Travel for the Manic Mind,’ as that’s how I intend to experience places. Slow in the amount of places and slow in how I take it in. Or maybe it’s as simple as, ‘Simplify,’ with appropriate mindset to boot.
I’ve spent the last 6 years learning how to live at a slower pace, even though I have ADHD, C-PTSD and a naturally restless disposition. I’d love to muse on being slow in the hope it’s useful.
So, as I faff around with the ideal headscarf, footwear, and backpack, remote worker kit and which e-reader/scriber to buy…I’m also trying to work out what I’m supposed to write which secretly leads me down the rabbit hole of who I’m supposed to be!
OKAY. Stop. Otherwise, I’m leading you down this spiral with me.
What’s the answer?
Keep my head where my hands are.
Today, I’m in school (on lunch).
What I write will come to me.
I can follow my curiosity.
Even if that looks messy.
I may write the memoir.
I may write this blog.
I may write nothing.
(I gasp).
Whatever I do, what I write doesn’t define who I am, or what I’m worth, or who I will be in the future. It’s a stepping stone. A moment in time. And I cannot, and probably don’t want to, see the bigger picture.
That’s it.
I wrote what was on my mind. Blog done. Thank you for being with me.
P.S.
I’d love to know what you think I should write about. Drop a comment. 👇
Mwah 💋
