I Don't Know Where to Start
I've been staring at a blank page for days.
Not because I don't have thoughts.
Trust me, I have plenty of those.
My brain is basically a browser with 47 tabs open, and one of them is playing music, but I can't figure out which one.
Every idea just feels off…
Too personal.
Too boring.
Too serious.
Too repetitive.
Already written.
Not finished enough.
So I sit here waiting for inspiration to show up like some magical delivery service, and, unsurprisingly, it never does.
I think a lot of us assume being lost looks dramatic. A big life crisis. A complete breakdown. A crossroads moment.
Sometimes being lost looks much smaller.
Sometimes it looks like opening your laptop, staring at a blinking cursor, and realizing you don't know where to start.
The older I get, the more I realize that not knowing what comes next isn't actually a sign that something is wrong.
It's usually a sign that something is changing.
The truth is, I've spent so much time trying to figure out what to write that I forgot that writing doesn't start with knowing.
It starts with showing up.
So this is me showing up.
No big lesson.
No tidy ending.
No life-changing advice.
Just a reminder that if you've been feeling stuck, confused, uninspired, or a little lost lately, you're not the only one.
Apparently, there are at least two of us.
