Write something. It doesn’t have to be clever, or profound, or for any great purpose. Shut down the computer, put down the phone and find some paper. Dig in that drawer of notebooks you haven’t opened in far too long.
If you have words ingrained as part of you (and you know if you do), but they’ve been stuck inside, waiting for the right time, inspiration, moment- know that there is no right time. There is writing, there is practise, there is growth and pain and hope in just doing it, right here, right now.
Write about something you know, something you don’t know. Start simple- those big far flung dreams will stay, whilst you work out how to put paper onto the page again. Once you uncork that well of words, you might be surprised at what happens. If you process life through writing, write to yourself. If you love to connect with others, write a letter. If you can’t compose any actual sentences, just write words that come into your head. Know that it is all valuable, that paper isn’t wasted just because it doesn’t turn into an end product, a blog post, a book, or anything that anyone ever sees.
Your words matter, and you unlocking them again matters. Forget the lost days, forget the fact life can seem uninspiring and forget the fact you have no plan. If it helps, make a plan- a simple one, just to write for five minutes a day. Find prompts, and teach yourself the discipline again of loving words. Keep reading, keep getting inspired, but don’t compare- only you can write your words and only you know life the way you do.
It wasn’t always fun, or comfortable or enjoyable, but letting those words out onto paper again made me feel myself again, taught me how to do it again. Life and busyness and lack of inspiration can leave little inclination to write, but practise that muscle and it comes back to you. Writing begets writing, and now the notebooks are filling up again, words scrawled across the lines, words that matter.
Write something. You have greatness and unique words inside you, I know it.