Some time last year, I constantly fell into writer’s block. It felt like my thoughts were always ahead of my hands, like I had words in my head but no permission to release them. Writing became something I overthought instead of something I enjoyed. Then one day, after a much needed memory reset and reality check from a friend, I made my decision. I decided to undertake writing seriously, not necessarily for applause or validations, but simply for the joy of doing it and for the discipline of getting better.
That undertaking changed the way I relate to words. I stopped waiting to feel inspired and started finding prompts and writing anyway. I wrote through doubt, fatigue, through days when nothing sounded right. I learned that improvement hides in consistency, not perfection. Writing has become less about proving anything and more about practicing honesty with myself.
Since that decision, the notifications from Hivebuzz have been popping up telling me that I’ve been present, active, committed. Being tagged a busy bee feels like a reflection of effort I didn’t abandon halfway. It’s proof that when you choose to undertake something for yourself, even in silence, it leaves traces.
This journey hasn’t cured my writer’s block forever, but it has taught me that creativity doesn’t disappear, it waits to be taken seriously. Most of the time, all it takes is one intentional undertaking to remind you that your voice never left.
My response to the freewriters dailyprompt