- Procrastinating too much.
- Holding grudges.
- Making assumptions.
- Playing it safe.
- Stressing myself out.
- Overthinking things.
- Analyzing too much.
- Letting fear hold me back.
- Judging other people.
- Criticizing someone I hardly know.
- Being lazy and lethargic.
- Eating more than I should.
- Dividing my attention.
- Getting easily distracted.
- Abandoning creative projects.
- Forgetting what my friends tell me.
- Taking myself too seriously.
- Holding onto the past.
- Underestimating my abilities.
- Buying stuff I don’t need.
- Making small things a big deal.
I don’t feel all that motivated right now. I’m in a bit of a slump.
Obviously, there are highs and lows with just about everything in life. I’ve been trying to climb back up since the accident.
It was like my world got rocked upside down. I’ve sort of reverted back to old ways, which isn’t a bad thing in and of itself.
I’m also in a weird transitional time in my life. But I’m ready to move forward and look ahead.
Lately, I’ve been making more time for myself. I spent many hours thinking. Maybe it’s time to act now.
I’m not sure how to describe my current state. I’m better physically, but I’m also more present mentally than I have been in the past. I like to believe that’s a good sign.
In spite of everything, I’m excited to see for what’s next.
I can’t wait to read and review the books on my to be read shelf.
I’m dancing, stretching, and exercising better.
I hope to transcribe a ton of blog posts.
I will send my work into the world, regardless of how many rejections I get.
Baseball is in full swing. Beware all my bad jokes or puns.
By the end of 2018, I don’t want to look back and think it’s the year I got hit by a car. I want to be able to say I accomplished my goals. I refuse to be defined by what happened to me.
I don’t know what to do with my blog. I’m trying to figure out the kind of content I want to create going forward.
I’m also wondering when and how often I’ll be blogging. When I first started, I set the goal of posting every day. But some days, I consider scaling it back.
I enjoy writing personal posts and poems. I’m in a poetry phase. I also haven’t been writing much prose lately. I don’t love the short stories I’ve written in the past.
Also, some of my favourite post to read and write are lists.
I plan on continuing with book reviews. I’d like to do more bookish posts, but I haven’t gotten around to following through with my ideas.
If you have any ideas or suggestions, let me know in the comments below.
I’m thinking about bringing back posts I’ve done in the past. Maybe doing a part two or something similar.
Still, I’d like to challenge myself to create better content.
I want to feel excited when blogging, but I don’t know what excites me anymore.
I won’t quit anytime soon. That being said, I may take a break or blog every other day in the future.
If only I loved working towards my goals as much as I love making them.
I’m setting the bar low at 38 books in order to surpass my reading challenge on Goodreads. A girl deserves to feel good about herself.
I know I’m a turtle in getting my reviews up, but slow and steady wins the race, right? Call me book reviewer Herminia Chow.
Because I don’t do much else, I’m able to write every day. Here’s hoping I don’t get a boyfriend in 2018. Otherwise, there goes my plan to submit to a million competitions. I’d like to get my work out there on as many different platforms or places as possible. Living, breathing human beings would just get in the way of that.
I’m a bad blogger. Yes, I’m resolving to visit more blogs and read more posts. No, I probably won’t. Publishing often isn’t a big problem, since I’m basically married to my own blog.
I dance like nobody is watching because nobody ever is. My back flexibility is a joke. As is my core strength…well, lack thereof.
I’m willing to pay someone to drive me everywhere if it means I don’t have to. I am the slowest driver on the road right now. Maybe come December I’ll be a little bit faster. No promises.
I don’t think I could handle the mere thought of someone reading my journal. If and when I die, please bury my notebooks with me. I need to take all my secrets to the grave.
Every semester, I think I’ll be a better student than I have been. I always forget how quickly my motivation goes out the window. I’m the worst. One time, I should reverse my way of thinking to mess with the universe. I’m going to be an awful student who never studies but always parties.
How much do you want to bet I’ll fail one of my goals this year?
*Cough* driving test *cough*
I’ve been struggling with what direction I want this blog to go in. When I first started, I didn’t have the clearest sense either. I just knew I liked writing about writing, so that’s what I did. And I’ll still continue to write about being a writer.
As of late, I’ve been composing more personal blog posts. Posts about my thoughts, my life.
I often wonder why bother. No one is going to read it. And even if someone does, he or she won’t care. But that’s kind of the point in a way. To write, to blog as though no one will read your words. The point isn’t to impress or please. I’m not trying to be perfect or flawless.
Ultimately, I control what I want to write, what I publish. No one else.
This blog is becoming more of an online diary or a virtual journal. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that despite the annoying voice in my head telling me otherwise.
I will always write even if no one read anything I wrote.
Sometimes I forget how enjoyable blogging is. I can get caught up in numbers or results. But I can’t forget about the happiness creating brings me.
I’m constantly changing. This blog is too. That’s okay. It’s a good thing I’m not doing the same stuff I did four years ago. Right?
I should embrace change. One exception is the newer WordPress editor. Wake me up when the powers that be replace the newest one with a better one. Until then I will exclusively use the old editor.
I feel proud of my old posts. I really like most of them. But maybe one day, I’ll be able to create content I haven’t created before and not feel guilty for not sticking to what I used to do.
All this being said, I’d love to hear any feedback you may have for me. What do you like? What do you hate? What do you want to see more of?
Thank you for stumbling across this blog and sticking around so long.
Sometimes I blog because I want to forget.
I have to erase the pain. I need to stop thinking about something that is bothering me. Even if it’s only temporarily.
I know that’s bad. I know that’s such a selfish reason to blog.
But sometimes I blog because it’s the only I can feel better and be happier. Is that selfish? For wanting happiness? Especially if that happiness is for myself?
I blog for many reasons. I don’t just blog for myself. I don’t only blog to forget. Sometimes I do. Many times I don’t.
The world is confusing. Life is difficult enough. To make sense of it all, I blog. I write. I can say all the things I can’t say in real life. I share a part of myself with the world on my blog; unedited, raw, personal.
I blog out of fear; I blog out of love.
It seems like almost everybody I know has Twitter. I don’t blame them. With that being said, there is etiquette and protocol to follow. It isn’t that hard to be respectful and have good manners online.
These are, in my opinion, 5 things you should never do on Twitter. Despite how tempting some of them may be.
- Spam people. Nobody likes a spammer. Not even the spammer himself.
- Promote yourself all the time. Especially if you are a writer.
- Insult or attack others. If you watch what you say, you should watch what you tweet too.
- Involve yourself in controversy. When is controversy ever beneficial?
- Get too personal. Enough said.