I feel like I’m starting a new chapter in my life, but I have writer’s block.
I’m caught between two identities. The story I’ve been living is beginning to crumble. I’ve lost the plot. The lines I once recited no longer sound like truth. I’ve come to an unwritten page, and for the first time, there is silence.
I cannot think my way into the next chapter. Life isn’t waiting for my perfect plan; it is waiting for my participation. Analysis paralysis, I’m chasing my tail. I don’t need to have it all figured out before I begin.
I didn’t get to become who I want to be, but I will become who I need to be. The terrain has changed. This becoming will not arrive through control, but through surrender. I will have to stop rehearsing the future and step into the scene and let life write itself through me. Trust that the unfolding already knows the way.
Stop trying to fix the plot and start living the paragraph you’re in. The words will start to flow again. The next version of myself will not be found in thought, but revealed through motion. I don’t need to rush to fill the silence; I need to sit with it. I’ll know when to pick up the pen and begin again. Life is a dance, and it needs a dance partner. I need to learn to let life lead. The ending is already written.
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