Personal Reflection

What Do You Want Out Of Life?

I want to be happy. I hope I’m able to do what I want to do.

My health is important to me. But sometimes I do things at the expense of my well-being.

Even though I worry so much about so many things, writing helps. When there’s nothing to stress over, my mind makes something up. At least getting my thoughts and feelings on the page takes some of the weight off my shoulders.

This year has been tough for reasons out of my control. So I’ve tried hard to focus on what I can control.

Word by word, day by day is my motto. I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. Sometimes though I can’t stop thinking about the far future.

I like to believe everything will work out somehow. The pieces will fall into place eventually.

For now, I want to concentrate on the present moment. I need to enjoy each day.

I love what I do because I love the act of doing them. It’s the process, the journey that matters. Not the numbers, not the results.

While I don’t know everything, I know I want to learn. Even if it terrifies me. I want to learn more. I want to better myself as a human being.

I’m always learning. I love teaching myself. Going at my own pace, putting in a little bit of work every day.

Personal Reflection

How To Be Successful

This post is one part cliche, two parts vague, and three parts true. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

  1. Plan ahead.
  2. Keep practicing.
  3. Stay dedicated.
  4. Continue learning.
  5. Take feedback.
  6. Keep improving.
  7. Overcome rejection.
  8. Adapt accordingly.
  9. Be humble.
  10. Know yourself.
Creative Writing

The Door Revised

Because every so often I go back and improve what I’ve written. It isn’t perfect yet, but I hope the character development is getting there. The original can be found here.

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The girl paced back and forth in front of the door. She had been told it was open.

She wiped her sweaty palms on the nicest dress she owned. More blood rushed to the apples of her cheeks.

Opening this door would knock down an endless row of dominos. The other possibility, leaving the door unopened, seemed like the more favourable option. However, this time, she had something to prove.

At the thought of walking away, her stomach did back flips. That’s how she knew her decision was already set in stone.

Although the young girl knew what stood beyond this door, she did not know the full details. The image she conjured in her mind was a vague outline of a face with no features. Not knowing hurt more, she realized, than being lied to.

An uneventful half hour of contemplation passed.

Her internal organs felt like they were clawing their way upwards. She realized she couldn’t delay her wait any longer.

Every so often, someone would tell her to expect the best.

But with one shaky hand on the metal door and the other on the knob, she prepared for the worst.

School · Writing

Hunting For Scholarships

Opinion: Hunting for scholarships is harder than hunting for writing contests.

A part of me is tempted to enter more writing competitions instead. I’ve had more luck with that. Finding and winning. Fact: I’ve earned money writing.

This just proves I’m a better writer than I am student. Which is a good thing because I want to be a writer for the rest of my life, but I don’t plan on being a student forever. At least not in the traditional sense of the word. Of course, I will strive to learn and improve. Just not in a jail. I mean classroom.