Over the last week I sat down a few (hundred) times to write a post. I even started typing but something happened. Words just weren’t flowing and my inspiration was hiding behind the massive load of exhaustion that I was carrying. So I didn’t post. Not even one word.
When I started this blog I made myself a promise. I committed that I would ever only write straight from my heart and about things that are important to me. I have never been one to write posts and then future date them. Please don’t misunderstand me, I don’t think there is anything wrong with that, as a matter a fact I think it’s a handy little tool, it’s just something that has never worked for me. There have been a few occasions where I had future dated a post, walked away only to come back because something in me was nudging me to publish it. My intuition is awesome like that because just as I would publish the said post, I would get a private message soon after from one of my wonderful readers telling me how much they needed to read what I had written.
My intuition has just proven to be right too many times for me to simply ignore it. So I don’t future date. Or plan my topics for that matter. I don’t feel the urge to do so because I always know my intuition will guide to write about the very thing someone out in the world of the crazy thing we call the web needs to hear that day.
So why my rant about my gut writing as opposed to planned writing? Well for the simple fact that I hadn’t written all of last week. Especially considering I wrote every day the week before. I hit pause because I had an amazingly busy week which left me feeling somewhat depleted of energy and therefore every word I attempted to write for the blog made about as much sense as an eight month old explaining to you why its crying. The want is there but the ability to articulate it not quite as much. I want my posts to mean something to the ones reading it, not leave them wondering if I had lost my marbles.
So there is my simple explanation. There will be weeks when I will post faster than I can type. There will be weeks where I will get into the perfect rhythm with my writing. And then there will be those when I will simply stay quiet for a few days until my inspiration feels that I have recharged my energy enough to start typing again. I look at it as a perfect reflection of life. Sometimes we are on the treadmill of life running alongside everyone, and other times we are happy to take a stroll until we feel up to picking up the pace again.
The pace at which we move needs to be set to the one that allows us to function at our optimum and not burn out because we hit the fastest setting.