Block

Art requires emotion. You cannot write well without passion.

For months I have felt mentally blocked with resuming my blog. I had my deepest ideas at all the inopportune moments, and when I would finally sit to write they would feel lost in the universe. I was frustrated with my recognition of the need for discipline to pursue writing battling the lack of purpose in the words I was putting down.

I don’t want to write without a reason. There are dozens of partially drafted posts that never made it to posting because at the end of the day I felt no desire to put that concept out into the world.

Those scrapped drafts served their own purpose - they continued my discipline with practicing. They reflected my commitment to writing. They fueled my desire to want to have something worth writing.

But there is nothing that matches the release that comes with an overwhelming flood of emotions.

In one day I have written over 10 posts.

On the heels of the longest dry spell since I started blogging, I couldn’t get the ideas out fast enough. Beyond those 10, there are countless other partial ideas thrown down to be written on another day. Things I passionately want to say. Things I will be able to come back to tomorrow and dive into again.

It’s comical, because the emotional burst that opened my thoughts came from a painful situation. The interaction that threw me into my writing was full of anger, indignation, grief, and disbelief. Something that easily could have appeared as evil was instead turned for good.

There is beauty in the ability to feel so strongly. When channeled appropriately, those feelings can create something beautiful. Our emotions weren’t meant to be stored inside. They demand a release - not always in words, but in art, in movement, in expression of some form.

Life will present you with moments that are broken. You will encounter people who speak death over you. You will have diagnosis’s that rock your world. You will experience loss that changes who you are.

But there are no limitations on what God can use.

Often the most beautiful things come out of the darkest spots.

You cannot control what happens to you.

But you can control what you choose to do with it.