What To Write About When You Don’t Know What To Write About

I often find myself wanting to send out something to the world that I don’t know what it is. A shiny little wisdom nugget, Eliott Pepper style, perhaps. The feeling is there, but not the content. I give it a couple minutes but it doesn’t form, so I let it go. Then I think about how I’d like to be more productive, and how many ideas I’ve allowed to balloon into unsustainable vision boards that don’t go anywhere. Is the hangup emotional, a shortage of vulnerability, spontaneity or courage, or simply a lack of discipline?

Your guess is as good as mine, but I think that, in the end, it doesn’t really matter. The reason anyone could blog but not anyone does, I believe, is that not everyone can pick out shapes and forms from the churning mist that is their inner life. More often than not, we’re simply lost in the mist.

Just put it out there. A writer is someone who can turn anything into something—even their own restless indecision.