I have trust issues.
If a person can’t keep their word, I find it hard to put my faith in them. So it’s hard for people to gain my trust but easy to lose it.
I get it. People make mistakes. We’re human after all. But I’m awful at forgiving others. For my own sake, I should.
I hate when people lie to my face or make a promise and break it. Then again, I’m a hypocrite. I wouldn’t want anyone to betray or backstab me, especially someone I trust.
As I get older, the circle of individuals I trust gets smaller and smaller. Which is fine with me honestly. It saves a lot of time.
I’m not an easy person to impress. I can’t even impress myself. It’s a blessing and a curse, let me tell you. I also get disappointed easily because I hold high expectations. Some days, I hold myself to a standard that drives me insane.
We can’t pick family, but at least we can pick friends.
I love fictional characters because they’ll never not be there for you. Maybe one day I’ll find a real human being I trust completely.
In short, I trust like two people.
I’ve learned a lot of lessons in twenty years.
- People suck.
- Forgiving is hard.
- Give before you get.
- I’m not alone.
- Comparing is unfair.
- Wounds heal.
- Timing counts.
- Regret nothing.
- Life goes on.
- Do not envy.
- Things happen for a reason.
- People come and go.
- Friends are important.
- Mental health matters.
- Appreciate art.
- Be kind to strangers.
- Do what makes me happy.
- How to say no.
- Stay true to who I am.
- Love myself.
Another writer and blogger named Jack Milgram shared this lovely infographic with me the other day. So I thought I’d share it with all of you because sharing is caring. I obviously like to think I’m a caring person. Then again, there’s probably a reason why I don’t have many friends in real life and turn to fictional characters to keep me company. On a more serious note, I hope this graphic helps!
You are not a number on the scale.
You aren’t a grade, a GPA.
You are not how much you make.
You aren’t the number of books you’ve read or the number of articles you’ve published.
You are not the friends you have on Facebook or the followers you gained on Twitter or the likes you get on Instagram.
You aren’t the views on your blog, the subscribers on your channel.
You are not any of these things.
You are so much more.
My friends are the reason why I’m not productive.
They’re the reason why I never get much work done.
Why I take forever to finish books.
Why I only write a little every day.
Why I publish such short blog posts.
Don’t worry. I blame myself for everything. I take full responsibility.
But it’s so much easier to blame other people. Or pretend to anyway. I need to keep my sanity in tact, okay?
I’m thankful for…
- books that change me.
- bloggers who inspire me.
- words that excite me.
- friends who understand me.
- stories that thrill me.
I was going to title this post “Happy Thankswriting” but then decided against it.
You can’t just write the same story all your life, can you? Guy falls in love with girl. Guy falls in love with girl. Guy falls in love with girl. Okay, maybe you can.
What did writers do before pens were invented? Don’t ask me. I wouldn’t know. I’m the user of many pens and the owner of even more.
I have very few living, breathing human beings as friends. But you can never have too many fictional friends.
Small books, big books. All kinds of books.
Because as much fun as it is to read stories, it’s fun to create them as well.