Life/Writers Block

Ya know how when you're trying to write and you come up with so many ideas and all of them are lame, and you've just hit a wall? 

That is exactly what I've been going through with this blog post. I've started several drafts, but I keep hitting a wall. 

Well, ironically writer's block is similar to my life right now. I just feel like I've hit a wall. I love my students and the relationships I've worked to build with them. I love my family and my friends, but with all of those relationships and with my life and my passions. It's like a keep running into a wall. 

I read posts from my Christian peers that are filled with smiles, new things, significant others, and what I am the most jealous of: friends. 

While I know several people my age who feel like I do, hence why we started S.A.D (Sad Anxious and Depressed: Together Alone!), I know a significant number more of people who are happy with their life, and who actually make time to spend with their friends, which by the way is a *mutual* effort. 

I've been trying for a couple months now to get people to spend time with me, and consistently maybe one or two of the S.A.D members show up, and while I love my S.A.D people, I can't help feel that I've hit a wall in all my other friendships and my life. 

Which may be why I talk like Marvin (from Hitchhikers). 

So I've got writer's block tonight and life block, but really there's nothing I can change about either right now because neither of those things just magically go away. 

Writer's block goes away after persistently writing. If life block is really as close to writer's block as it feels I suppose the same principle should apply. 

Whether my blog or my story pulls together, isn't controlled by my physical ability to write. It's determined by my willingness to keep trying. In the same respect, my life block isn't determined by my mental acuity, or my physical ability to give hugs and tea to crying students. It's determined by my willingness to keep trying, to keep reaching out, to keep hoping that the people I cherish will make time for me. 

But just like writers block, if I sit and do nothing, if I don't write, if I don't try . . . I will never get past it, and I will be stuck behind this wall for eternity. 

So I guess for myself, and to anyone reading this who may know exactly how this feels: stay strong, keep writing. keep living. keep trying. That wall can't last forever.