A Watched Pot Never Boils, But What Happens When You Boil Over?

Happy Friday!

My name is Samantha, and I’ve lost my motivation. And I need your help.

Now that I’ve gotten that off of my chest, let me explain.

This hasn’t been a recent thing, it’s been gradually happening for months, even years. It all began when I started writing this blog almost three years ago.

When I started this blog, I did it so I could vent about stuff I was experiencing, to write about things that I was feeling. And I kept doing that for awhile, just writing about my experiences and my feelings. And then, I thought that if I kept writing, I could become on of those famous bloggers, the ones you hear about in the news. Obviously that didn’t pan out, but I kept trying and writing, trying to find my place (any place) in the world.

But then a few months ago, I realized that I wasn’t able to do that anymore. Sure, I was still having experiences, and dealing with feelings, but between two years ago and now, I’ve grown up. And I began to feel like what I was writing about wasn’t worth it, both for you to read, and for me to write about. But then I went on the biggest adventure of my life, and I thought things would suddenly click into place.

As some of you know, for the past four months, I was studying abroad in Florence, Italy. And make no mistake, it was one of the best experiences of my life, and I have so many feelings about the experiences I had. I got to travel to places I’d only dreamed about, Going abroad was something I had dreamed about for years; it was something that I was looking forward to since I entered college. And then it happened, and then, as of last Saturday, it was over. And my dream ended.

So now what?

There’s a phrase “a watched pot never boils”. In the case of being abroad, the pot symbolizes my time abroad, and how I tried to disconnect from “watching” it, and to simply experience it. But now, I’ve returned home, and the pot has boiled over so to speak.

Again, so now what?

Do I simply put another pot of water on the stove? Or do I scrape the burned pot clean? Or do I just give up cooking entirely?

These type of questions have been rattling around in my head for days, and even as I write this, I’m still lost on what to do.

But here’s what I do know.

I know I want to keep writing. I have no idea about what I want to keep writing about, so ideas/topics are appreciated.

I’d like for you all to keep reading. If you’ve skipped most of what I’ve written so far, that’s fine, but even if you read a word of what I’ve wrote, I’m happy.

I want to hear from you. And I want you to hear from me too. This is the most important thing. Without communication, there is no inspiration (and yes, I did just make that up). I am making a promise that with each comment, like, or emoji I receive, you’ll receive one back from me. And if I don’t hold up my end of the bargain, call me out on it. I dare you to.

And with those three things, I eagerly await your feedback. And maybe I’ll start off this new change with the purchase of a new pot, yet to be touched by water.

xxoo