Personal Reflection

Life Is Too Short To Not Live And Love

I want to live a life I’m proud of living. I’m not perfect. My life isn’t either. But I try to appreciate what I have and who I am.

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.

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Blogging

Why I Love Blogging

I love blogging. Here’s why:

The community

To be honest, when I first embarked on this journey, I never expected to meet such lovely people from around the world. As always, thank you for the continued support. You’ve inspired me more to keep going.

The challenge

I’ve come to realize that I enjoy being challenged. It’s nice to express myself and exercise my imagination. Obviously, some days are tougher than others, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The control

I like calling the shots and doing things my way. So I get to take the credit when I succeed. But I also take the fall when I fail. I don’t want to blame anyone else for my failures.

The creativity

I get to experiment all the time. Going forward, I aspire to be even more creative, especially with my fiction and poetry. I’m still learning to trust the process.

What do you love about blogging?

Writing

Why I Love Books But Hate Showing People My Bookshelves

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.

Reading

Falling In Love With Ebooks

I’ll be the first to admit I’m old-school, super traditional. I also describe myself as a stubborn person with specific habits.

Which is why for the longest time, I never even read an ebook, much less reached for one. But last year, I discovered I don’t mind them as much as I thought I did. So now I’m a fan.

I still and will forever love physical books. Nothing can replace the experience of turning real pages. Too bad they aren’t as portable as ebooks.

As someone who takes the bus and train, I love having a collection of books on my phone. I’m never truly alone then.

While in transit, I tend to pore over non-fiction. I love fiction, but I don’t love having to stop in the middle of a chapter when I reach my destination. With non-fiction, regardless of where I left off, I find it easier to pick up at a later point.

Both print and digital books have their pros, their cons. Either way, we can use the format that best suit our preferences or lifestyles.

Admittedly, I haven’t given audiobooks a go. Part of me wonders if I ever will. But it’s great to know that many people out there love listening to them.

I don’t own a dedicated e-reader of any kind. My phone does a decent enough job. But if anyone wants to get me one, I wouldn’t be opposed.

No matter the form it takes, reading is a wonderful thing. I will never be against anyone who loves any and all kinds of books.

Writing

Common Fears Writers Face

The fear of no one reading your story. You spent 3,682 hours, 41 minutes, and 9 seconds on one story. But not a single soul will see it. At least your eyes will look upon a masterpiece.

The fear of no one liking your stories. Or worse, everyone hating it.

The fear of failure. Rejection after rejection after rejection.

The fear of success. Some people have a scary definition of what it means to be successful.

The fear of fear. Of course, it’s both a verb and a noun.

The fear of no fear. Imagine not being afraid of anything. Isn’t that terrifying?

The fear of letting others down. Sorry mom.

The fear of letting yourself down. You’re probably your biggest critic.

The fear of losing everything. Especially your dignity.

The fear of losing nothing. Because you don’t have anything to lose.

The fear of losing friends. Then again, you can’t lose what you don’t have in the first place.

The fear of making enemies. It’s like going through high school all over again.

The fear of wasting your time. It’s precious.

The fear of wasting your life. You only get one after all.

Always write out of love. Never write out of fear.

Personal Reflection

Make Time For Yourself

You have to make time for yourself. It’s okay to look out for your best interests. It’s all right to take all the time you need.

Do what you need to do, whatever that means for you.

There’s nothing wrong with being alone, being by yourself.

We’re more connected than ever before thanks to cell phones and social media. Sometimes it’s hard to put technology down and not stare at a screen all the time. That being said, human connection is necessary.

You’re a human being. Believe it or not, I’m human too.

You aren’t a machine. You need to interact and communicate with others. But know your limits. Remember them when you need to put your foot down.

Don’t be afraid to listen to your heart and your head. Because at the end of the day, you have to make yourself happy.

People respect you if you respect yourself first. At least, the people who respect themselves will. It’s tough though. But you live and learn. That’s how life goes.

Some people might not understand. Don’t worry about them. Worry about yourself.

Do what sets your soul on fire, even if you were the last person on earth.

What’s something you look forward to? What’s something you love more than anything else in the world?

Never let excuses run or ruin your life. You only have so much time.

Hold onto your values, your beliefs. Only change for the better.

Make time for yourself, so you can take care of yourself.

Blogging

You Know You Are A Blogger When

You think about your blog all the time. Even more so if you’re a daily blogger. You love blogging too much to do it once in a blue moon. Besides, life would be boring if you did.

You read articles and books and posts about blogging. Learning by osmosis is a strategy you’ve all but perfected by now.

You can work anywhere, anytime. Even at the dentist’s office right before getting your wisdom teeth removed.

You spend so much time on small details. Like choosing the right font or picking the perfect word.

You have some of your best ideas at the worst times. While you’re driving. When you’re in the shower. So you make a mental note to remember. Inevitably, one too many escape from your memory.

You procrastinate hitting the publish button. Until you realize you’ve been procrastinating for far too long.

You feel a sense of accomplishment whenever you publish a post. Afterwards, you reward yourself by repeating the procrastination cycle.

You don’t know how to talk about your blog to people in real life. What’s your blog called? You stumble and stutter. What’s your blog about? You try to change the subject.

You love your blog. And everything about it. You also love your readers. They won’t judge you, which is all you could ever ask for.

If you enjoyed this post, you might like You Know You Are A Writer When and You Know You Are A Reader When.

Personal Reflection

A Much Needed Self Care PSA

Any day is a good day for a self care public service announcement. I know I’ve talked about taking care of yourself in the past, but I’m talking about it again because I’m a broken record.

I don’t care what season it is (baseball or winter). Remember to prioritize your needs, whatever they may be.

Say no if you need to. Fun fact that isn’t fun but it is a fact: I said no to prom. If I can, you certainly can.

Don’t forget to eat and exercise. Do the things you want. Read a book. Listen to music. Make time for your hobbies, interests.

Let’s also talk about drinking and driving. To be honest, I do not enjoy either one individually.

That being said, if you ever feel pressured to drink and you hate it as much as I do, put your foot down. This is your body. You know yourself best. Do what you want, not what someone else wants.

Don’t feel up to drive? Then don’t force the issue. Take a bus, a cab. Call a friend or family member. Listen to your gut. It knows what’s up.

Self care isn’t just about luxury either. You don’t need to go to a spa or a saloon. You can take a bath or do your nails at home.

Sometimes it’s the little things that make a big difference like going to the gym in the morning, going to bed earlier at night, etc.

I hope you treat yourself well in 2018. Don’t forget you have one life. One body, one heart.

You may be busy with work or school or a number of other obligations, but you’re not too busy to care about yourself and look after your health.