Writer’s Block

They say that writer’s block affects us all. That sooner or later, an empty Microsoft Word document will challenge you with it’s cold, blinking cursor and you’ll turn away in defeat. The words won’t come, no matter how hard you try to squeeze them out of the recesses of your brain. The pen in your hand, it only serves to mock you now.

I’ve had plenty such experiences. But these days, the thing that blocks my writing isn’t necessarily a lack of ideas and words as much as it’s a lack of confidence in them. It only takes one stray thought to send my mind tumbling down the chasm of self-loathing. What on earth could I have to say that would truly matter? How could my opinions, at my age and stage of life, count for anything? What reason is there to be vulnerable, when so much of that openness has led to pain?

I can’t pretend that I’ve found all the answers to these questions, nor will I claim to have fixed the many problems that lie inside me. But a conversation with a friend today sparked a twinge of confidence, so here I am. Because I have words. So many words. Sometimes they overflow so fast that I get too overwhelmed to even write them down. And even when there’s just a trickle, there are words inside me that want to get out. I truly desire to give those words a voice to be heard in this world, and I believe that’s why the words were given to me in the first place.

So maybe my posts will be rambling and repetitive at times. Perhaps my novels will have a few plotholes. My articles and short stories and memoirs might fall short of brilliant.

However,  if my story matters, as I’ve claimed it does – then the voice with which I express that story will have to do. It can improve, it can be honed, and I can learn and change and I continue to grow. But imperfections, I refuse to let you silence me for good. And anxiety, you can take a back seat. Because I’ve got many more Word Documents to fill.



I have a mug on my desk that’s inscribed with the phrase “never stop exploring.” On the shelves above this mug sit framed photographs from my travels: a postcard from New York City, a landscape of Tennessee mountains, a snapshot of my old truck’s dashboard with the open road before it. I often sit at that desk and daydream – about all the places I’ve been and all the places I’ve yet to explore.

But lately, I’ve been realizing that this exploration doesn’t have to wait for well-funded trips to faraway destinations. Exploration can be as simple as walking a mile down the road to embrace the atmosphere of a small coffee shop on a windy Saturday morning. Or going to the library and becoming engrossed in a world that can’t be reached by car or plane. Even seeking out new things about oneself within the four walls of home is exploration of significance.

A desire to travel, to see places far and wide, is a worthy and beautiful calling – one that I plan to embrace for the rest of my life. But never stop exploring, my friends. Because the journey between journeys has just as much potential to satisfy that wanderlust, if only your heart is open to the adventure.

“Your Story Matters”

“Your story matters.”

We say it, smiling, to the people who write books.
We smash it onto an artsy background and post on Tumblr.
We pat those who feel insignificant on the back and send them on their way with this phrase.

But for as much as we say it, how much do we really believe that the stories we write and the stories we live truly are significant? I don’t – not as I should. But my current project is challenging me to not only believe that my story matters, but to embrace the concept on every level.

When I began writing my first heartfelt work of nonfiction, I was fairly self-skeptical. I’d never written anything nonfiction outside of school projects and personal diaries, and I doubted my skill in the area. But I felt that the events of the past few years, especially the time I’d spent traveling, needed to be expressed through creative nonfiction. I knew I had emotions to process regarding that era of my life, and being a writer, I knew that this was the best way I could. So I began. Because after all, my story matters, right?

I held onto this sentiment strongly as the first paragraph turned into the first page and then as the first trip became fully chronicled. But the further I got, the more I slowed down. I felt like every single word had to be painstakingly forced out of my brain, each emotion tortuously analyzed for interesting content. And I stopped believing that my story mattered. It didn’t matter when it was happening, and it didn’t matter now that I was writing about it.

Yet, I still felt the urge to keep going. This project has been like walking through molasses more often than not, still I trudged along with a sense of duty instead of excitement. But then, while watching the last episode of Gilmore Girls, I realized something: it doesn’t matter if a story isn’t the most exciting, or has the perfect descriptive words. Significance is born out of authenticity. If I live my life and write my stories in a way that is vulnerable and honest, they will matter. The world doesn’t need anything flashy, it just needs something it can relate to and connect with.

But here’s the thing: living and writing with authenticity is hard. It requires work. It means taking the time for introspection instead of binge watching Netflix every spare moment. It means putting forth effort to connect with people and encourage them, instead of staying in your own little corner. Making your story matter requires living intentionally. Writing intentionally. Reading intentionally. Conversing intentionally. Worshiping intentionally. It means bringing a presence of mind to the table that many people have long given up on having.

And that’s why I’m here, on this new blog. Because I want the next years of my life to be filled with intentionality. To be filled with deep thoughts and completed projects. Exciting trips and satisfying victories. This site will be my place of expression and accountability, to tell you of my stories. Stories that matter, just like yours. And it is my prayer that along the way, some tidbit of my story will awaken something in you – will awaken the belief that what you do and who you are is oh so very significant.

You matter, and so does your story. Dare to believe it.