I have a lot on my mind. I even have a lot that I want to say. Things that I’d love to discuss and get into the nitty gritty. Things/ideas I’d love to hash out until a clear solution is discovered.
But I don’t know what to write about.
I haven’t blogged in a while because I thought, “I don’t have a good enough idea to discuss at this point.”
My husband blogs just about every day. My co-worker has a personal blog that he updates every weekday. Sometimes I find myself thinking, “what in the world are they even writing about that they can keep it up so often?”
If you read their blogs, they are personal reflections of each day, and there is usually a focal point that will illicit a reflective reaction. Just something simple like “today I went to the grocery store and found out that Fruity Pebbles were on sale for 50 boxes for $4. That made me think about variety being the spice of life and how, even though it was a very good deal, I just couldn’t eat that much of the same cereal for so long.”
Not an interesting anecdote at all, yet I just had fun making that up and reading it over again.
I remember when the Great Professor of my College Past (or His Eminence, as he liked to be called) Christopher Blake told me that the story is the focal point of every written piece. Even if it’s just a little bitty story with a touch of human interest, it’s enough to grab the human side of the reader, an article/blog/sermon/paper and guide the reader into the intended idea presented.
Could I be underestimating my stories?
Could we all be underestimating our stories?
We’ve all got something to say, even if it starts with the simplest anecdote of all. But if it causes you to analyze a piece of life, it just may be interesting and poignant to another reader. I guess this is just a note to whoever may stumble past this little blog that you, my friend, are important, and you have a story, and many people will even be interested in your reactions at grocery store sales and the effect it has on your life.
We may think we have Writers’ Block, but maybe we just aren’t remembering how valuable we all are, and how precious all of our minds are. We are all fearfully and wonderfully made, uniquely created by God to be who we are. So let’s Be. And then write about it.