The Bare But Honest Truth about Creative Blocks

Let’s strip it down.

The truth is… I’ve been blocked. Not just “can’t-find-my-keys” kind of blocked. I mean the full-body, emotional, creatively constipated, “maybe I should alphabetize my spice rack just to feel productive” kind of blocked.

My muse? She ghosted me harder than my metabolism after 40... And let me tell you, I tried everything to summon her back. Candle lighting. Playlist shuffling. Window staring. Dramatic sighing. You name it.

Sound familiar?

Here’s the thing they don’t always tell you: creative blocks aren’t a failure. They’re not proof that you’ve lost your magic or that your best work is behind you. They’re just… pauses. Sometimes frustrating, yes. But sometimes necessary.

I’ve come to believe that creative blocks are sacred invitations. Gentle whispers from your soul that it’s time to rest, recalibrate, and let your brain stretch out in its sweatpants for a bit. They're not a shutdown; they’re a reboot.

What helps me?

✨ Naps that turn into accidental meditations.

✨ Short walks with no purpose but to feel the wind.

✨ Staring out the window like I'm in a 90s breakup music video.

✨ Deep-cleaning something oddly specific (junk drawer, I’m looking at you).

✨ And eventually... putting my hands back on the canvas and making a glorious, ridiculous mess until something in me goes, “Oh. There I am.”

Because that’s all I’m really doing—trying to find myself again in the color and texture and quiet permission to begin.

So if you’re in the messy middle, if your creativity feels like it's in witness protection, if you're wondering whether your spark is gone for good—let me lovingly tell you:

You’re not broken. You’re just ripening.

Sit in the pause. Honor the weird rituals. Laugh at the absurdity. And know this:The spark will return.

And when it does? It just might bring something wilder, braver, and more beautiful than you imagined.

Stay brave, friends. ✨You’re doing better than you think.