The best solution for writer’s block is a muse. A muse that seems simple on the surface, but if you just stay and you wait patiently, you begin to see the beauty of it. It is as if I am at an art gallery staring at a painting, and now I am lost in the vivid colors, and I lost track of time. How has three hours passed by? Yet, I don’t mind. I need to stay, I need to watch, I need to wait patiently. It is something about this muse that makes me want to go deeper. Suddenly, I can find words that had been lost a long time ago. I can feel emotions that I only felt watching romantic comedies. I thought I could only feel sadness and despair. It lingered for so long that I made it my home. I did not think it was possible, and now, I can write again. What once jammed my stream of consciousness is no longer; I flow in and out of thoughts so easily. I knew I had a way with words, but lately…something is…different. I am inspired. I feel joy, peace, love, kindness, gentleness, and more. All of these fruits of the Spirit you have produced within me tell me something deeper. It feels as though I have found treasure. The one that is at the end of the rainbow. I feel like I found it the way my heart skips beats and I jump for joy, unbothered as to who is watching. Maybe it was never about the words not coming…maybe it was about the walls I built inside. Writer’s block didn’t just lift; the dam broke. And what’s flowing now isn’t just creativity. It’s me, finally set free.