Why I Started Blogging

I started blogging almost four years ago. It’s tough and challenging, but I’ve enjoyed every moment.

Sometimes I like to remember why I created a blog in the first place, not to mention why I continue blogging.

I’m imagining fifteen year old me. She was probably bored all day long and in desperate need of something to do to pass the time.

Nineteen going on twenty me is only bored during class time and wants twenty-five hours in the day.

Funny the difference four years make.


Procrastination At Its Peak

I’ve been putting off a blog article I’m supposed to write for three weeks. I’m not usually this bad. It has to be something in the air. What else could it possibly be?

My calendar is full of arrows because I keep postponing. Taking a month to write one quick post is a new record for me.

The topic isn’t the problem. My discipline, or lack thereof, is.

Is it safe to blame this cursed education system? There are only so many hours in the day. And one-third of it is spent at school.

Personal Reflection

Glancing Into The Crystal Ball

I foresee some long nights ahead of me.

But down the line, I can see those hours of work paying off.

What do you see when you glance into your crystal ball?


48 Hours In A Day?

Can’t writers be privileged enough to have 48 hours in a day?