Dream of Overcoming Writer’s Block ✍️?
When I was a sophomore in high school, my English teacher gave me the dreaded assignment of writing a creative essay.
That night, instead of doing my homework, I told my parents I had a late-night study session at a friend’s house but snuck out with my boyfriend to the Odyssey, an underground Hollywood nightclub.
Upon arriving at this dungeon-esque scene, my bright blonde cheerleader bob was out of place amid punk rockers with colored spiky hair, multiple piercings, tattoos, and intentionally ripped clothes.
Even though I didn’t fit in, an exhilarated rush of wild freedom erupted within me, such as I’d never felt before.
The next morning, minutes before the bell rang, in the hallway outside my class, I hurriedly scribbled my essay about the edgy people and music I’d encountered the night before.
The following week I was shocked when friends and people I didn’t know congratulated me on the essay my teacher, unbeknownst to me, submitted to our school newspaper.
I asked my teacher what was so different about this essay compared to all the other assignments. He replied, “You wrote this from a place of passion, and that makes all the difference.” I didn’t tell him that I’d also written from a place of haste, not allowing space for my typical paralysis analysis.
Back then, a writer was the last thing I aspired to be. But my teacher encouraged me to continue. I didn’t let him or anyone know how much his words lit a match to an ember I didn’t even know I had.
Ten years later, when another in a series of romantic relationships I thought would last forever unexpectedly blew up, I found myself in a quarter-life crisis, a bottom so devastating I thought I'd never escape my pit of despair.
Luckily, I had the wherewithal to drag myself to my therapist’s office, where I had a most unexpected spiritual awakening.
While I cried non-stop tears, I glimpsed my higher self. Juxtaposed to my inner Cruella de Vil-esque critic, my higher self shone brighter than the sun, with a heart bigger than the world, beaming wisdom from the uppermost regions of heaven.
Upon returning home that night, I whipped out my journal and began downloading my experience like my life depended on it—because it did.
As I wrote, day after day, about the wisdom, grace, and love I was receiving from my supreme self, a healing custom tailored for my soul flooded my veins. I somehow knew this elixir could only reach my most broken places if I kept writing.
As I did, I began breathing more easily, and light began to slowly permeate my most stubborn, calcified inner caverns.
It dawned on me that the words I was writing were love letters to my most wounded self, soul tattoos with instructions to exit the maze of my forgetfulness, should I ever fall into such despair again.
All this furious transcribing became a rope ladder woven of words to help my prodigal-self find her way back home, eventually resulting in my first book, Discover Your Inner Goddess Queen: An Inspirational Journey from Drama Queen to Goddess Queen.
What this process had in common with my first published work back in high school was the passion behind it.
Both of them involved writing without thinking… just getting my thoughts out of my head like I was on fire.
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Today, twenty-five years later, my younger self would be shocked to see I've written and published 10 bestselling, award-winning books, 7 Oracle card decks, and two journals, along with scores of articles featured in well-known national and international publications.
