- Reading good books.
- Listening to inspirational music.
- Watching baseball games.
- Taking showers.
- Going on walks.
- Dancing while no one’s watching.
- Writing without censoring myself.
- Blogging for fun.
- Journalling at night.
- Spending time with family.
- Hanging out with friends.
- Laughing at bad jokes.
- Doing yoga.
- Baking with my mom.
- Working out often.
- Getting a good night’s sleep.
- Rearranging my bookshelves.
- Eating healthy food.
- Feeling productive.
- Helping someone in need.
- Teaching others.
- Learning a new skill.
- Solving a problem on my own.
- Studying a new language.
- Seeing people smile.
- Creating art.
- Planning for the future.
- Crossing tasks off my to do list.
- Telling stories.
- Dressing up.
- Decluttering my room.
- Travelling somewhere I’ve never been before.
- Trying food from other cultures.
- Getting to know somebody better.
- Reconnecting with old acquaintances.
- Taking care of myself.
- Being listened to.
- Loving others.
- Feeling loved.
I’m really bad at living my life.
At any given time, I have so many doubts and concerns. A lot of questions and reservations. That’s why some days I hold back. I play it safe.
I need to live. After all, I only get one life.
But it’s okay to take a break here and there. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact I can’t do everything every day.
I like my lifestyle. I like my life. It’s messy. At times, it’s downright ugly. Still, I’m happy and grateful right now.
I can’t imagine living a different life. I realize how lucky I am. I’m able to read, write, blog. I never want to take those things for granted.
Sometimes I think I’m the least understanding person when it comes to my own predicament. I don’t understand why I can’t read 50 pages every single day. I don’t understand why I can’t write 2,000 words all the time. I’m so hard on myself when I fall short.
I need to remember that life isn’t a destination. It’s a journey. Life isn’t about the numbers. It’s about the process.
Besides, I didn’t fall in love with my hobbies because of arbitrary numbers. I fell in love because they made me feel like I was floating on clouds.
At the end of the day, I want to enjoy the little things. So I will do my best to live my own life. I won’t live someone else’s.
When I first started blogging in 2013, I didn’t blog about books. I wrote about writing and being a writer. But eventually I got into book blogging. And I’m so glad I did.
Here are some of the things I’ve learned:
Don’t be afraid to ask.
I was scared to request arcs for the longest time. I waited. I procrastinated. But one day, I asked. And I received.
Being a book blogger isn’t easy. Unfortunately, words don’t write themselves.
You’re allowed to say no.
I can’t say yes to every novel under the sun. I only have 24 hours in the day just like everyone else.
Book bloggers are the best.
It’s a fact. I appreciate all of you.
Reading slumps happen.
Reviewing slumps do too. I remind myself that it’s not the end of the world. Take your time. Take a break if you have to. Then return when you’re ready.
Books are expensive.
I’m always here for supporting authors, even at the expense of my wallet. I’m also here for deals and sales, so I don’t find myself broke.
- Read good books.
- Write a novel.
- Dance like no one is watching.
- Blog often.
- Drive better.
- Forgive yourself.
- Study smart.
- Go somewhere you’ve never been before.
- Make a friend.
- Save up money for a laptop.
- Improve my middle split.
- Stengthen my core.
- Walk to places when possible.
- Be kind to others.
- Help a stranger.
- Learn Spanish.
- Journal at night.
- Bake more.
- Get enough sleep.
- Graduate university.
- Love yourself.
Prose or poetry?
I’ve read more poetry this year because I took a contemporary poetry course in university. I’ve also written a lot of poems this year as well. But I love reading prose more than anything.
Young adult or adult?
This is tough. Some of my favourite books are young adult. Now that I’m older, I enjoy more mature stories as well. That said, it’s easier for me to relate to young characters.
Romance or paranormal?
I’m not the biggest fan of either. Please don’t come for me. Depending on my mood, I’ll probably reach for a romantic story instead of a paranormal one.
Fantasy or mystery?
These may be my two favourite genres in general. I’m a huge sucker for mystery stories. I can’t write one to save my life though.
I’m going back to school in less than a week, which means I’ll be commuting all the time. Here’s how I try to make my commutes productive.
Fortunately I don’t get motion sickness, so I love reading on the subway. It’s more convenient to open ebooks on my phone, but carrying a small paperback isn’t bad either.
I get most, if not all, of my writing done when I commute. If you don’t write, you could draw instead.
As a student, I’ve studied for many tests and exams while traveling to class. I tend to make cue cards or cheat sheets beforehand, and then review key concepts on the go.
If you’re not a student, use your commute to go over lines for a presentation or moves to a dance. I’ve done both.
Or more accurately, take a quick 20 minute power nap. Resting doesn’t always seem productive, but if it means you have more energy the rest of your day, close your eyes and relax. You don’t even have to fall asleep. Sometimes all you need is just a short break where you don’t think about anything.
I’ve lost track of how many times I have eaten on the subway. More often than not, it’s a granola bar. If you’re going to be stuck in traffic for an hour, you might as well take the time to refuel, so you’re not starving before you get home. On a similar note, make sure you’re drinking enough water when you’re out and about. Listen to your body. Take care of it, okay?
Here’s to commuting productively!
- Have an open mind.
- Don’t be so cynical.
- Life will work out.
- You’re not perfect.
- Never assume anything.
- Give others the benefit of the doubt.
- Love yourself first.
- You aren’t missing out.
- Enjoy the little things.
- Be aware of your surroundings.
- Stop jumping to conclusions.
- Learn from the best.
- Write bad first drafts.
- Editing is everything.
- Read what you want.
- Dance full out.
- Blog for yourself.
- Journal often.
- Try to forgive.
- People change.
- Show up.
- Have something to show.
- Keep your promises.
- Be early.
- Continue to improve.
I’ve been thinking about where I am and where I’m going.
Now might be a good time to reevaluate my goals.
I vowed to read nonfiction in 2018 and I’ve done that. I haven’t tracked it on GoodReads the same way I do with fiction because I’m lazy. But I feel pleased with how much I’ve been reading lately.
The fact I write every day is accomplishment enough. But making time to transcribe has fallen by the wayside. At the start of the year, I wanted to produce longer stories. I also hoped to submit my work to contests or journals. This hasn’t happened much. Perhaps I can get that going soon.
I’m happy with my blog but not happy at the same time. I guess I’ll never be satisfied with anything. Content isn’t in my vocabulary. Neither is mediocre. Sometimes I don’t know what I want out of blogging. The numbers aren’t a big deal. My goal is to create content that makes me content.
Dance is something I do for myself, and I love it too much to stop. I’m happy with the strides I’ve made this year. I plan to keep dancing until I can’t.
All the best with where you are and where you’re going.