I’ve been suffering from writers block for the past few days. I really don’t know why. It’s not like anything has changed.
I can’t even sketch right now. My perspective is not even clear. I can’t put what I see on paper anymore.
This little season I’m going through is teaching me a little something something as I think about it. You See, I have a bad habit. I keep thinking that my talents are my own instead of the Lord’s. I keep thinking that it was because of my hard work that I can say this or do this and write that. Big no no.
First of all, I never knew I was able to draw until recently. One day, I picked up a pencil and drew a portrait of my daughter. Ive never practiced. I have never taken a lesson on drawing. I didn’t know anything about proper proportions, shading, blending, nothing.
In school, English was my enemy. I hated it. I hated the fact that I would be graded based on someone’s opinion. I couldn’t spell. I still can’t spell. I don’t punctuate correctly, I mix up the past and present tense in one sentence. I’m a mess.
How dare I think for one minute that my talents were self taught. How dare I even take credit for anything that I do.
Do I need a reason for writers block. Do I really need a reason to my poorly drawn spoon at home.
I think not.
“This was a conversation with myself. I just pulled back the curtain”