Lately, I've been forcing myself to write on social media, but the spark just isn't there. It's like trying to start a fire with damp wood. The pressure to post and engage feels more like a chore than a joy. I miss the days when sharing came naturally, driven by excitement or inspiration. Now, every post feels like a drop in an endless ocean, and I'm just not sure what impact, if any, it makes. Maybe it's time to take a step back, find my voice again, and remember why I started sharing in the first place.