Writer’s Block

Yes, I’m writing about Writer’s Block. It’s a real thing, like diagnosable even. And I realized after an in depth conversation with a SoulSister this morning that my creative juices have NOT been flowing.

What is a girl to do when she thrives off of creativity? Write about why they have ceased.

First, we are going to tap into the fact that I have been highly focused on everyone else’s work and problems but my own.

I have been editing an amazing project a SoulSister is creating, and loving every second of being part of her work. I’m incredibly focused on this job, yet, it doesn’t involve my super hero creative side. It’s not a bad thing, but it is something I have noticed as I read her brilliance woven throughout the product.

While editing I have questioned, “Where did my brilliance go and why can’t I seem to get my next book started?!” I have so many ideas ready to launch, but something has been holding me back.

Sometimes it’s people who hold us back.

I unknowingly allowed a recent friendship to suck the life out of me. I’ve worked pretty hard at putting up my boundaries with people in the past, but for some reason I got lost in the neediness of this person and found myself relating to them as if they were a lost little puppy. Something about that energy pulled me in to where I forget my own value enough to give more to them and not enough to myself.

I luckily recognized it before it was too late, and I’ve asked for some significant space from this person because there were no other options. I think it was the best thing I could have done for myself because I know that when dealing with relationships like that, you get to a point at which you stop and say, “Wait, WHAT ABOUT ME?”

I got to that point and also realized how long it had been since I had written a post, or anything of substance for that matter.

Having my creative juices drained from my body, I encountered more of my arch enemy, Writer’s Block. Salty bitch, she is.

As it turns out, our creativity resides in our sacral chakra, or lower abdomen energy point, and when it’s out of balance, we find ourselves where I am today: battling Writer’s Block. There are ways to heal that area of the body, and so while sitting here in front of my computer, I imagined taking heavy, thick cords from that space and cutting them with a karate chop! Oddly enough, the first time I did it, I felt as if I were to heave. Like something actually came out of my body, and likely it did, for whatever was in there holding me back from this creativity started to release.

But I know that there’s more work to be done, and looking at the desire I have to write and more so the need (it’s my therapy), I know that facing Writer’s Block is the first step to healing.

As I’m even writing this, I’m wondering just how cohesive it actually is knowing that I am throwing it together to get the Writer’s Block out of my body and into the universe where it can live and I can go back to being a prolific writer, sharing my thoughts and love with the world!

For that to happen, I needed to share this. And if it doesn’t make any sense, it will. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.

Salty bitch

Salty bitch

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