I have a confession to make.
I have a tendency to be a people-pleaser. I often do things because I think it’s what is expected of me, not necessarily because I feel strongly about it.
In the blogging community, we are inundated with expectations.
-Expected to write meaningful essays that meet a specific need within our audience.
-Expected to meet deadlines.
-Expected to build relationships.
-Expected to be consistent.
-Expected to make lasting impressions.
So on and so forth.
With the holidays quickly approaching, I began to feel the weight of expectation once again.
Beginning somewhere in mid-October, my newsfeed became overpopulated with articles written on the topic of Thanksgiving. So I assumed I should probably do the same.
And I tried.
I thought long and hard. I tapped in to my memory bank. I made a plan.
I added specific themes to my idea book. I read similar articles on the topic for inspiration. I even researched the word, thanksgiving in order to gain a deeper understanding of its meaning.
I studied the scriptures, and meditated on verses about giving thanks, especially in the Psalms.
And I prayed. A lot. Everyday.
But I had nothing. NOTHING.
Each time I tried to put my pen to paper, (or in this case, my fingers to keyboard), I drew a blank.
How is it I can’t seem to write about a holiday designated to giving thanks? I thought to myself.
It’s not as if I’m not thankful. On the contrary, I have MUCH to be thankful for! I know this. So, what is my problem?