“Writer’s block” is fear.
The weight you left off the barbell because you didn’t believe in yourself?
Your inability to find “enough” time to do what you want to? The reason you keep pushing your glorious dreams to the margins of your life?
The way you use humor to keep the conversation light and away from your heart when someone wants to get serious?
The silent sentences you swallow at work, or (worse) at home? Pushing them back behind your teeth, digging your nails into your thighs, leaning away instead of jumping into this life?
Why don’t you just speak?
You may not get what you want – you may never get what you want – but your captivity of you will end.
Don’t be scared of this life.
It is yours and always has been. Grab it like you are dying … because you are. For the sake of your very soul and everyone you love and every person who never got to live their dreams before life closed its shutters suddenly and inexplicably, throw down your self-imposed shackles and do something now.
“I know nothing with any certainty. But the sight of the stars makes me dream.” — Vincent van Gogh