Some days, the words flow. Other days, they arrive slowly, like reluctant guests. Writing isn’t about waiting for inspiration—it’s about returning to the page, again and again, no matter how the day feels.

When I sit down, I’m reminding myself: I am still here. The act of writing, even when it’s challenging, is its own kind of progress. It teaches me that showing up matters more than perfection and that each sentence, however imperfect, keeps the story moving forward.

If you’re in a season of waiting or discouragement, know this: the words are patient. They’ll meet you where you are.