I’ve opened this blank page more times than I can count, trying to write something worthy of the last thing I wrote that really felt like me… The Diamond in the Desert.
Last week, I posted something else. It was a draft I’d been saving for a while. Unfinished, a little shaky, something I filed under “maybe later.” I shared it anyway. Not because it felt right, but because the pressure to follow up something I loved with something equally meaningful made me freeze. So I filled the silence with a half-written draft, because I was scared to write.
I keep thinking: I need to have something profound to say. Something polished. Something that could sit next to The Diamond in the Desert without shrinking. Because wow – what a hit that was.
But maybe worthiness isn’t the goal.
Maybe this post is just a reminder that it’s okay to begin again. Without comparison, without pressure, without perfection.
The truth is, I’ve been intimidated by my own words. Not because they were too much, but because they meant something. Because they mattered. And not just to me, but to other people too. And once something matters, it’s easy to start believing the next thing has to matter just as much. Or more.
That mindset? It makes silence feel safer than writing.
But the only way to keep writing is to let the next thing be whatever it is. Clumsy, quiet, different. And to trust that it still holds value.
So this is me breaking the barricade. Naming the fear. Writing the post I was scared to write.
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