Dancing

Why I Dance

When I dance, I don’t want to be doing anything else.

Try as I might to suppress my feelings, I’m an emotional human being. And dance lets me express myself.

I started dancing more in high school. So many moments of my life are dance related.

I remember the highs, times where all I wanted was to dance in my living room. The world and its worries would fall away.

I remember the lowest points, times where I didn’t feel like dancing at all. When I don’t, it’s like I have a million emotions bottled up inside, and I can’t release any of them.

I honestly would not be the person I am today if I didn’t dance.

I don’t even want to think about the decisions I might’ve made if not for music and movement.

Dance taught me how to love my body. Moving forced me to listen to my heart and my head, my arms and my legs.

I dance because I need a creative outlet that’s not writing. I love both. In a way, I get to work out my body and mind.

I dance because I feel good before, during, and after I do.

Dancing helped me cope healthily with some unhealthy issues.

I dance because I love it. I know I’m not the best. I don’t have perfect technique. But I feel like the best version of myself when I’m doing it.

Reading

15 Reasons To Read

There are many reasons why I read and maybe even more reasons why you read.

By no means is this an extensive list. Just the ones I could think of off the top of my head. Also, the list is in no particular order.

I read:

  1. To pass time.
  2. To escape real life.
  3. To lose myself in a story.
  4. To learn about different cultures, ideas, etc.
  5. To have fun.
  6. To be inspired.
  7. To practice empathy.
  8. To cure my boredom.
  9. To relax and unwind.
  10. To improve my writing.
  11. To remember I’m not alone.
  12. To give my body a break.
  13. To stimulate my mind.
  14. To encounter new characters and worlds.
  15. To get away from screens and technology.

Why do you read? Feel free to answer that question silently. Or loudly. Do as you please.

Creative Writing

Heart And Mind | A Poem

My heart pumps

My mind races

There’s still time

No one’s watching

They don’t care

But some girl does

That’s enough except

My mind slips

My heart sinks

Personal Reflection

I Am An Introvert

I am an introvert.

That doesn’t mean I’m shy or afraid to speak my mind.

And if you get me going, I’m pretty much the opposite.

I think. I read. I write.

But I express when necessary. I communicate with purpose.

I am an introvert. And I am proud of it.

Writing

Why You Should Write

Don’t listen to me. What do I know?

  1. Write so you can vent about how much people suck. The human race never ceases to disappoint. 
  2. Write to acknowledge your intelligence. Contrary to what you may believe, you don’t appreciate your mind enough. 
  3. Write your own jokes. And then proceed to laugh at them because indeed you are one hilarious human being. 
  4. Write so you can sleep at night. Or so you don’t wake up in the middle of the night because you feel guilty.
  5. Write to quiet those voices in your head. Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. 
  6. Write your own book. Then shove that in the faces of everyone who said you couldn’t do it. 

What are you waiting for? Get writing.

Blogging · Personal Reflection

What Gives Me Peace Of Mind?

I haven’t been sleeping well these past few nights. I think I know why.

Want to know the culprit? I haven’t been backing up my stuff properly.

All jokes aside, I love having copies of everything, everywhere.

Some of the ways I do this are listed below.

  • A hard drive or on a USB (I have four)
  • An online platform like Google Docs and Dropbox (I use both)
  • On multiple devices such as a tablet, phone, etc. (it never hurts)
  • Create a draft on WordPress and upload the image, video, whatever it is into the actual post (another reason why I love blogging)

How do you achieve peace of mind?

Blogging · Personal Reflection

What Is Wrong With My Cranium?

I have not published a blog post since Friday. Falling asleep the last two days was not an easy feat to achieve. I was so close to dragging my butt out of bed just so I could blog.

Somehow my heart could not convince my mind that sacrificing some sleep for several minutes of blogging was a good idea. For some reason, my brain thought school was more important than this blog. It isn’t by the way.

The million dollar question of today follows:

What is wrong with my cranium?

Personal Reflection

What I Dislike About Paper

I love paper. Anybody who has followed this blog for some time should know that by now.

The one and only thing I dislike? Paper cuts.

My mind is too occupied by the pain in my finger (and the rest of my hand) to even think about anything else for more than a second.

I have yet to find a solution to paper cuts. Have you?