I don’t know what I’m going to write about. But I know one thing: I’m going to sit down and start, no matter what.
This thought occurred right before I went to start writing this post. My feelings fueled my resistance to write. I had all the excuses to do anything except writing. Creativity wasn’t sitting nearby, cheering me along. I thought it would be a waste of time. Inspiration wasn’t knocking at my door, ready to help. The post was not sitting in my mind already, waiting to be typed. I was afraid. I feared it would be a failure, and I would just be staring at a blank screen as I conjure feelings of frustration and anger.