Nothing to Write
March 10, 2026
Tonight, I have nothing to write. Every idea that crosses my brain pan seems too massive, too serious, too personal. Now, I know how my students feel when I excitedly reveal a writing prompt at the start of class, and they've got nothing to say.
Empty. Mute.
When so many big things are happening, it feels disingenuous to prattle about the small things. Now, I know how my students feel when they have to produce a daily journal entry while mentally juggling their parents' not-so-quiet fight about money the night before, their best friend's mercurial behavior, and the chemistry test that looms at the end of the tunnel of a day.
Choked. Weighted.
Come on, just think of something! Something seemingly light, but simultaneously meaning-dense.
Yeah, no. I have nothing to write tonight. My eyes and mind are heavy; any insights are cemented in my core. I give up, but only for tonight.
I could completely relate. I have also wondered each day as I sit down to write, whether my small oabservations are of any importance in this big, difficult time with so many challenges for so many. I appreciated the renewed empathy you had for your students. I do to.
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