I have days, sometimes even weeks, where I am completely inspired.
As a writer, I’ll find myself stopping throughout the day to scribble down the words that are coming to me.
It’s energizing. I feel in love with writing because it comes so naturally and I barely have to do any work. It is like the work is done to me instead of by me.
And then I have days, weeks, months even where I feel utterly uninspired.
Nothing comes naturally.
Nothing comes easily.
I hate writing. It’s something that I do begrudgingly, torturously, much like waking up early to exercise when all you want to do is stay in bed.
When those days, weeks, months come, I have to remind myself that the inspired writing only happens because I keep writing when I’m uninspired.
The Magic only comes because I get out of bed and do the work when I don’t want to.
Today, why don’t you start something uninspired?