How I Found The Words

Two years ago I was working a full-time job while dreaming of being a full-time writer.
There was one problem:
I was struggling to write.
It’s hard to be a writer if you cannot find the words.
The pages stayed blank as the words remained distant. 
My dream of becoming a full-time writer seemed to get further and further away.

I was becoming close friends with Writer’s Block and Comparison,.
A doomed trio that I desperately wanted to break-up.

And yet something within me would not let this dream of being a writer die. 

I cannot help but write.
I need to write.
But I couldn’t write.

One day after another failed writing session I ordered a (kids) watercoloring set off of Amazon.

I needed to do something to ignite the words.

If you want to do the thing you dream of doing you might need to approach it differently. 

And I wanted to write.
But maybe before I could write, I needed to see colors on a page.
Or slow down my mind to find the words.
Or sit with the silence and simply be.
Or take a break from struggling and free myself.

For a few weeks I would sit down to paint, but in the quiet of creating I found a few words.
And then a few more words.
And then a few more.
I needed to approach writing from a different angle. 
I needed to get out of my head so I could get a few words down on paper.
I needed to paint so that I could write. 

If you want to do the thing you dream of doing, you might need to approach it differently.