It Took Me All Day To Write This

Day 7 into the 30 day writing challenge. It’s 10:30pm on a Sunday night and I’m staring at my computer, just waiting to see if this will magically write itself.

Today I’ve caught up on local rugby, gone to the driving range and eaten KFC. I’m doing everything but sitting down and writing this essay. Even as I sit here, it’s been 45 minutes and I’ve flip-flopped through five different topics without any shred of inspiration. I don’t think it’s procrastination. I think it’s imposter syndrome. I’m trying to keep this daily habit and right now it’s feeling every bit of an uphill battle. I can’t even blame being hungover.

When I started this challenge (a long 7 days ago), I thought writing 25 lines a day would be easy. That’s ‘I-love-starting-projects-and-never-finishing-them’ Davis saying that. Here’s what I’ve gathered over the last 7 days.

I have to make the conscious effort to show up for myself, even when I don’t know what the end result looks like. I have to be resilient to the perceived failures that might be on the horizon. I have to be optimistic that the weird and wonderful way the world works - that something beautiful will come out of this body of work I’m creating.

So I’ll do what I’ve done over the last six days. Hit publish.