Writing. Productivity. Passion. Purpose.
WordPress recently reminded me that I started this blog in September of 2013, and I want to talk today about why I started this blog, for what purpose it continues to serve, and how I continue to push forward.
Continue reading “A Mirror of My Soul: Three Years of Blogging about Writing, and Getting Somewhere”
I want to live one thousand lives,
And do the things I dream to do.
I have been thinking a lot about this concept lately. I have been reading and rereading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, and she talks about this concept in her book, that the years will go by so fast, but the day to day feels like it drags along.
Continue reading “The Days Are Long, But the Years are Short”
So I have moved out of my apartment in the town that I live in for college and to the state capital 2 hours away. Due to having nothing in this town except for a suitcase filled with clothes, I don’t really have a desire to spend time in my old apartment. I stay with friends in the same complex when I am here. Continue reading “Welcome Home”
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a story teller. I’d weave extra tales from story prompts at school and treasured school journal time. I wanted to write, but I wasn’t very good at it. I entered competitions in play writing and got the equivalent of a “C”. I hated myself over it. At 16, my family went to a get together. First to arrive, a family friend asked me what I wanted to be when I got older, and what I wanted to do in college.
Do you deserve to be where you are in life? Do you feel like you have worked hard for what you have, and that it is not all based on luck and knowing people?
If you answered “no” to either of these questions, then you are experiencing “impostor syndrome.”
I like to commune with the concrete. My feet have slowly built up a fine layer of dead skin to protect them from the cracked acorn shells and dried leaves that have fallen. Cobblestone is the worst. I dropped my phone the other day on the hot stone and the screen didn’t just break, but shattered to the point of being unusable.
