- Put them in a story and kill their character.
- Subtweet him or her.
- Publish a viral blog post.
- Reaffirm how right you are as well as how wrong they are in your mind.
- Roll your eyes like a YA character.
- Walk away and write a bestseller instead.
- Fall so in love with fictional characters you forget about your real life haters.
- Silently correct their speech or grammar errors.
- Build a fort using books to keep people out.
- Realize having haters means you’re doing something right.
Now that I’m a year older, here are some things I want to tell my younger self.
- You’re not nice. Especially to yourself. Be kinder.
- Pay attention to your posture. Sit up straight. It’s not that hard, Herminia.
- You will fail. That’s inevitable. Unless you don’t try, which is even worse.
- It’s OK to cry. Even and especially when you have no idea why you’re crying in the first place.
- You’re allowed to ask for help. Oftentimes you have little or nothing to lose but a lot to gain.
- Listen to your body. If you’re tired, sleep. If you’re hungry, eat. After all, you only have one heart, one brain.
- You don’t have to love everything. Don’t hate everything either.
- Numbers will never define you. They aren’t a measure of your self-worth.
- Always challenge yourself. Step outside of your comfort zone. That’s how you’ll grow.
- Try to focus on the positives rather than the negatives. Be realistic though.
- You can’t live someone else’s life. You can, however, live your own.
- Don’t be too stubborn, but do you stand your ground. Otherwise, people will walk all over you.
- You’re going to be OK. You might not feel fine right now. Yet one day, you will.
I feel as if I’ve grown up a lot this year. I’m also growing older.
The girl who started this blog in 2013 has come a long way. That being said, I still have a long way to go.
Some days, I look back and see how far I’ve come. I also look forward, knowing the road ahead won’t be an easy one.
Maybe I’m being melodramatic. It wouldn’t be the first time. But I feel like I’ve been given a second chance at life. And I don’t want to waste the time remaining.
Recently, I’ve been grappling with the following question: is it better to have loved and lost than never love at all?
As much as I hate losing, I’d rather love and lose than never love. Even if 10 months from now, I don’t love anymore. That’s OK. We grow. We outgrow too.
Life is too short to never love, to always hate. I think in order to live and love, we have to take risks. I’d like to be able to live fearlessly.
Maybe we lose what’s wrong in order to find what’s right.
I love books. I love reading. But I don’t know why I don’t like showing people my shelves.
Maybe I’m just weird.
A lot of my relatives don’t read. You can’t pick family, right? At least, my best friends read.
I’m all for being surrounded by books. It brings me so much joy to look at my shelves. But I don’t love the prospect of someone else staring at it.
My younger cousin walked into my room one time and proceeded to count how many books I owned. I was curious and mortified at the same time.
Since then, I’ve added many more to my ever-growing collection. It’s grown so much bigger than I expected. So now I’m way too lazy to count all the books I possess.
I’m not embarrassed by my shelves. If anything, I’m quite proud.
My one issue is that I only have one bookcase.
At the rate I’m buying books, I’ll need an entire room to store them all one day. Hopefully, by the time I run out of space, I’ll have the means to move out into my dream house. A girl can dream.
I think you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their bookshelves. I wonder what my collection would say about me.
I love books, but I don’t love showing people the shelves in my room. I’m not the biggest fan of sharing my babies either.
I’m strange. But that’s okay.
- Writing is hard. Anyone who tells you otherwise isn’t human.
- Words don’t write themselves. Unfortunately.
- They’re bad at it. Or they’re too good.
- There’s more to writing than just writing. Writers don’t just write. They read. They research. They revise. You have to do more than just write if you want to write well.
- Writing isn’t black and white. The creative process differs for everyone. What works for me might not work for you. Which is why you should never take someone else’s writing advice as gospel, even and especially my own.
- It’s not for everyone. We aren’t all born to be writers. Imagine living in a world where everyone loved writing. That’s a terrifying but thrilling idea.
Outlining isn’t writing. I’m a writer, not an outliner. Besides, I love writing, not outlining.
It drives me insane. Outlining might as well be the bane of my existence.
Outlining takes time. I could spend those hours writing instead. Besides, we only have 24 hours every day. I can’t afford to spend half of it on an outline.
An outline doesn’t guarantee anything. When my plans fall through, I’m back at square one.
My characters take one look at my outline and proceed to do the exact opposite. I bet they laugh at me behind my back too.
It requires a certain mood. I almost never want to outline.
Outlining isn’t fun. At least writing is some of the time.
I don’t follow my outlines. The one time I did, I didn’t finish my novel. That manuscript has been rotting away for years now.
It can lead you down rabbit holes. You might not recognize you need to be saved until it’s too late.
Outlining doesn’t work for everybody. Exhibit A: me.
Some teachers want you to hand in outlines. I wrote my essay first and then created an outline later. Because I’m a rebel.
I dread the thought of outlining almost as much as I do driving. You just never know what might happen.
Outlining puts off writing. We all know writers are masters at procrastinating.
Outline for too long and you have one day to write and edit your final essay. Good luck.
It can be inefficient. Which is unproductive. As a student writer, I need all the productivity I can get.
Outlining will never compare to writing. I’d rather edit than outline. What has the world come to? I’ll pick the lesser of two evils, thank you very much.
I’m sort of, kind of joking. Seriously, I don’t hate outlining that much.
I’m going through that really annoying phase where I hate everything I create.
But I’m not creating hate. Or spreading it. And I hope everyone else can do the same.
Create love. Spread love. Inspire love.
- Short deadlines.
- Strict instructions.
- Snobby humans.
I’m not that full of hate.
My Things To Love post was longer.
See, I am capable of love.