It wasn’t happening. The words were not forming in my brain and onto paper. It was the weekend before J-Day (what I call my birthday...if you didn’t know by now) and I was at a loss for words. It has become tradition for me to share my insights of what the last year taught me. As I reflected on 27, nothing clicked for me.
The next day at work I do what I always do when I am stuck. Pay my co-worker Kelley a visit. For some reason random conversations with her birth new ideas (it worked last year so why not?). But this time, nothing happened. There was no moment where I had to run back to my desk to write down my thoughts. The aha moment wasn’t there. I returned back to my desk how I arrived…with empty thoughts.
At this point I started to become frustrated. It never takes me this long to think of topics to write about. Especially my birthday! I am with myself 24/7, this should be a breeze. This is usually the post that I wait in anticipation to write, who doesn’t like to talk about themselves?
But I had one more stop on the struggle bus before I gave up…