I won’t lie to you Steemers, for weeks now I have found myself with an unfamiliar sensation of road block when it comes to posting content. Prior to this, I found it relatively easy to write a well thought out scripture with no difficulty.
Perhaps this is partly due to feeling, my months of dedication towards Steemit felt unnoticed. Perhaps it is because my focus has been upon elsewhere. Or, perhaps it is because I channelled my pain onto writing and I am no longer in a pain bearing space.
From young, life naturally moulded me into becoming a life coach. Part of the life coaching uniform consisted of bearing the pain of others, something I took pride in aiding others upon. However, for the first time in a very long time, I took time out to strictly focus upon myself. Although I feel my energy has really soared and my quality of life has prospered, I couldn’t help notice that it has made me developed writers block. Somehow, the doors of creativity is locked, and I am blind to the key.
This has led me to explore where my literature inspiration stemmed from … could it be Pain? I have realised many of my previous posts were vastly to do with self- development (as I said …my life is a life coaching training course). Listening to peoples pain, whether it was from their childhood, environment, or poor choices, really inspired me to spark growth upon those around me. That pain really gave me a microscope to the concealed toxic habits within our societies.
It was that pain which was my passion to inspire change, which led me to consistently highlight and bring awareness to those oblivious habits, that people were unaware of being guilty off. It was that pain which was my fuel to spark creative medication to heal the wounded with. Suddenly with that absence of growth, self- development, reflection, and pain bearing self, my tank is empty.
As I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling with these thoughts buzzing around my mental, I realised it was a testament of my own growth. I realised, that I had not lost my creative juice from leaving pain behind and opening the doors to the future. I realised, like a footballer, I found myself just in a more advanced position, which does not necessarily mean I cannot defend again. I realised, like an artist exploring a different genre is not wrong, it does not necessarily mean they cannot compose for their initial theme. I realised I don’t need one source of petrol to fuel my tank, just as a junkie realises they don’t need crack to function. And do you know what? … IT FEELS GREAT.
Life is about evolution, in my opinion if you’re not moving forwards then you’re moving backwards. Sometimes within this evolution we may feel different towards our passions and life calling. Have no fear; this is just a change of mind state, not change of heart. It is finding the balance where the challenge lies, and in my case, finding something other than pain to start my engine.