I don’t have a blog post today. In fact, I wish I did, but honestly, I don’t. I understand how meta this sounds. You’re reading a blog post about blog posts or the lack thereof but hear me out, like always, before you say something.
I have a terrible habit of putting way too much on my to-do list, and then, I struggle to keep up with myself. In fact, I already ranted about it for over a thousand words last month or back in November. I did all of those things and now, I have yet another set of courses and other recurring things. However, there comes a time every few weeks or so where I, like all human beings, just want to do nothing. The pressure of things to do this month and the want to do nothing are having a little tête-à-tête inside my head right now.
Have you ever felt so blank that all the good ideas feel like they’re the worst things in the world? I have. I am feeling the same way right now. Stephen King, in his book On Writing, says that writing is a form of telepathy. You can hear me inside your head, and if I choose my words correctly, you can get a whiff of how I feel as I write this text irrespective of when you read it. I hope he is onto something because then you’d not feel this post is as pointless as it looks at face value.
I just came back from the holidays and it been slightly difficult settling in again. It usually never takes me this long, but I guess all of us have our days. That is mainly because of how overwhelming my Google Calendar looks like right now. At first, I felt like taking something from the blog’s old Instagram and spinning it into a blog post. However, that wouldn’t be as honest as I like things to be on this blog so I decided against it and gave myself a figurative slap.
I either have a blog post and something to tell people or I don’t. The don’t is extremely rare, but a friend recently said, “You can’t force a writing”, and I guess she was right to some extent. As much as I love writing every day, I really was unable to push something out today. At least, not something worth your while. It isn’t even for the lack of solid ideas. I have about six written down in front of me, but they don’t make sense right now. They will do that next week. I am sure of that.
Here’s to 400 words that amounted to nothing today. I guess the lesson, if any, is that you can’t control everything. Especially if you think that life will leave you behind if you take a two-minute breather. Maybe I should declutter my to-do list. That would be a nice blog post now, wouldn’t it? Have a nice weekend.