What happens when you sit down to write something inside a book or card for a special event? A birthday, wedding, or anniversary? A letter to your newborn or college-bound child?
These things leave me utterly speechless, in a writing sort of way, and I wind up with an embarrassing outpouring of unintelligible sentences or an empty page.
When I’m forcing myself to write, I often can’t. Simple as that.
When I attempt to put deep, profound feelings on paper, I find the words aren’t meaningful enough.
The pressure of finding a sentiment that is perfect and unforgettable sends me running from my keyboard and diving under the covers.
Words are my world.
They can’t fail me when I need them most. This is the irrational thought I have before I beat myself up.
Why can’t I write this?!
Though I’ve basically answered my own question and outlined the reasons why, I still have a nagging feeling. And I think to the words, “Please. Don’t fail me now.”
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.