The Pressure to Be Everything (And Why I’m Learning to Let Go)
Disclaimer:
It’s been a couple of months since I’ve published a blog post.
Life got busy. Motherhood got busy. Work got busy. And somewhere along the way, I found myself staring at a blank page more often than actually writing.
Instead of forcing it, I gave myself permission to step away.
This is my first post back, and it felt like the right one to share. ❤️
Lately, I’ve been staring at a blinking cursor more than I’d like to admit.
As someone who loves writing, that’s a strange feeling. Writing has always been where my thoughts make sense. But over the last couple of months, life has been…full.
I’m a mom to a toddler.
I work full-time.
I create content almost every day.
I’m trying to take care of my health.
I’m keeping up with a home, a marriage, pets, friendships, and somewhere in there…myself.
It’s no wonder the words haven’t come as easily.
For a while I thought writer’s block meant I was losing part of myself.
Now I think it means something different.
Maybe writer’s block isn’t a lack of creativity.
Maybe it’s your mind asking for permission to simply exist before it’s expected to produce.
I’ve also realized something else recently.
Social media has a funny way of making us believe we have to constantly create, constantly post, constantly have something inspiring to say.
But life isn’t always inspirational.
Sometimes it’s migraines.
Sometimes it’s laundry.
Sometimes it’s trying to convince a toddler that brushing their teeth isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened.
Sometimes it’s hearing scratching in the ceiling at 2 a.m. and wondering if you’ve suddenly become roommates with a raccoon.
Those moments may not feel remarkable, but they’re still life.
I’ve spent years trying to show up authentically online, and authenticity doesn’t mean having everything figured out. It means being willing to admit when you’re in a season where you’re surviving more than thriving.
The funny thing is, those seasons usually become the stories worth telling later.
So if you’ve been feeling like you aren’t creating enough, accomplishing enough, or keeping up enough, maybe this is your reminder that rest isn’t laziness.
Quiet seasons aren’t failures.
And writer’s block doesn’t mean your story is over.
Sometimes it just means you’re living it.
The words will come back.
Until then, I’ll keep collecting moments instead of chasing perfection.