I struggled for a while to find the words today.
I stared at the blank screen. I went for a walk. I tried pressuring myself. I tried referencing old writing ideas… I even tried replaying old experiences in my mind.
And to no avail.
It wasn’t until after two-ish hours that I caught a whiff of a potential takeaway…
Struggling to uncover what’s inner is never time wasted—so long as you stay true to the struggle.
…The thoughts I had to go to certain websites for inner inspiration were nothing more than distractions leading me away from my inner focus.
And the thoughts I had to pressure myself so that I could more quickly squeeze the inner were cheap attempts that only resulted in juice from superficial layers.
And the thoughts I had to expand on old thoughts fell short because I was no longer connected to that frame of mind—faded inner experiences.
It was just before I started (finally) writing this piece that I found myself repeating the following lines as personal writing advice: “I am not this tension; I am not these distractions; I am not these words of yesterday.”
“I am relaxation; I am here; I am now.”
“…And what do I honestly have to say about it?”