Personal Reflection

Life Advice

You’ll figure it out. Adjust, adapt. Sometimes well-laid plans don’t pan out. That’s life. Do the best you can given the circumstances. Put your self in a position to succeed even if it seems the world wants to see you fail.

Don’t blame anyone, yourself included. If you want it badly enough, you’ll work for it. Work hard.

It’s okay to compromise. You may have to compensate. Make sacrifices.

You owe no one anything. Never ask for permission to do what you love. Never ask for approval once you’ve done what you love. This life is yours and no one else’s. Make your own decisions instead of letting someone else make them for you.

You’re going to regret what you didn’t do more than you’ll ever regret all the things you did. Believe in your abilities. You’re more than capable. You can do anything you set your mind to.

Some things don’t matter nearly as much as you think they do. Know who you are. You shouldn’t change for the sake of changing.

You can’t be perfect, so stop trying to be. Nobody else is. Aim for excellence. Do more than you have to. Dream big. Dream bigger. You’re too good to rest on your laurels.

Stay true to your word because that’s all you have. You will reap the seeds you’ve sown in due time. Have the patience to follow through with things to the end. You’re almost there.

Take care of your body. Listen to it. You deserve to be happy. Do what brings you the most happiness. Remember not to feel ashamed about living your life in a way that feels right.

Set the bar high enough that you challenge yourself but not too high that you put yourself in a corner. Nothing is worth more than your health, your well-being.

Go full out, not halfway. Remember all you’ve had to overcome to get here. Count your blessings, your lucky stars. Take pride in the progress you’ve made.

You’ll be okay.

Blogging · Writing

The Little Engine Tag

Thanks Rachel for tagging me and running a fantastic blog. If you’re following me but not following her, something’s very wrong.

Here’s how this tag works:

  • 6 questions are set in stone
  • 2 questions at the end change
  • Each answer must be 2 sentences long

Now I attempt not to break the “rules”.

What’s one of your biggest pet peeves?

People who try to tell me what to do. You’re not my mom. And I’m currently unemployed, so I definitely don’t work for you.

What is your favorite song at the moment?

There’s Nothing Wrong by Eleven Past One or Figure Me Out by The Summer Set. It depends on my mood. There is nothing wrong with either song.

Who is your favorite blogger?

Rachel Poli. She’s the best. Would I lie to you? No. Go read her blog. Now. Yes, I’m telling you what to do.

What’s the nicest thing you’ve seen someone do recently?

Anyone who opens and/or holds a door. I don’t get out enough to see people do nice things though.

What’s something you regret doing?

Nothing. At least nothing serious or major. Sometimes I say I regret not starting my blog earlier. But that’s life. Things happen when they do for a reason.

If you could take only three items with you to a deserted island, what would they be, and why?

A book, a journal, and a pen. That’s all I need. Minimalist is me.

What is the most stressful thing in your life right now?

Finding a job. Being a broke university student with no work experience is a fantastic position to be in. You know you’re stressed when you’re losing sleep.

If you could meet any celebrity tomorrow, who would it be?

The members of Simple Plan. Someone, somewhere make that happen. Please.

I’m going to do that thing where I tag anyone and everyone who wants to participate.

Here are my questions:

What are you currently working on?

Which fictional character in your opinion is most like you?

Did I do it? Did I manage to follow rules for once in my life?

That being said I need to do more tags. They’re fun to write, and I hope they’re fun to read.

Creative Writing

On The Other Side

From his seat Robert watches the door, waiting for it to open. Ray, his older brother, is supposed to step through it any minute now. The door remains shut until ten minutes later when a young man finally enters the narrow room with his lips pursued in a straight line.

“How’ve you been?” Robert asks with a tiny smile playing on his lips.

Ray walks over and pulls the chair out. A transparent piece of glass separates the two brothers from making any physical contact. “I’ve been better. I’ve had easier days.”

“Well that’s a shame.”

He sits down without meeting the eyes of his younger brother.

A pause descends between them.

“You look terrible.” Ray remarks. “Did you go to hell and back?”

“Is that your way of asking how I’m doing? Because it’s kind of a crappy way to do so.”

Ray reels back in his chair, feeling as if someone just punched him in the face.

He chuckles, interlacing his fingers together under his chin. “Relax. I’m pulling your leg.”

“Or maybe living in hell hardens you.”

This,” Robert gestures around him, “is better than hell. And I only look like hell because they told me you were coming.”

Ray studies the monochromatic floors and walls before glancing up. “I didn’t think two in the afternoon was that early for you.”

“It’s not. I’m used to waking up early now anyway even if there isn’t much to do besides sleep and work out. But I couldn’t doze off knowing I was going to get a visit from my big brother.”

The only door in and out of here opens. Someone else enters the room. Ray doesn’t bother to turn around to see what they look like or why they are here. After all the latter is pretty obvious. Instead he gazes into Robert’s eyes for the first time since he arrived.

“Listen to me Rob.”

“I always do.”

“Don’t judge me after I tell you what I’m about to tell you.”

“I never have and I don’t plan on starting now.”

Taking a deep breath, Ray exhales. “Don’t try to talk me out of this, okay? I’ve made up my mind and when I have—”

“Nothing will change your mind,” Robert finishes. “Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before. Now spit it out.”

“I’ve thought this through for a while now…I’m going to tell the authorities…I don’t want to live with any regrets.”

Robert taps his dirty nails on the surface of the table the same colour as the floors and walls.

“It’s the right thing to do.” Ray swallows down the lump in his throat. “I have to Rob. I can’t live like this any longer.”

“What do you mean you can’t live like this? You’re out there while I’m in here for Christ’s sake. I don’t see how you can be complaining about your living situation.”

Ray has never seen his brother’s face turn red. Even as a child, Robert’s face always seemed drained of any colour.

“That’s not what I meant,” Ray begins. “I know you have it worse. I have no right or reason to complain.”

“So why are you here?”

Ray glances at his brother, studying him.

“I’m going to confess.”

Robert grows silent, his brow furrowed. “I have one question and one question only. Why?”

“Because this guilt is killing me.”

“You’d be okay dying in here?”

“I don’t really have a choice.” Ray runs a hand through his dark hair, the same colour as Robert’s. His younger brother hasn’t cut his hair since he arrived six months ago so it’s slightly longer, nearly reaching his shoulders.

“Are you sure?”

“I made a mistake. I’ll be damned if I die without trying to rectify it.”

He smirks. “Is someone getting soft?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Robert nods once. “You’re positive you want to switch places with me? It’ll be you looking like hell.”

“I welcome that prospect with open arms. It beats this hell I’ve created for myself.”

Another period of silence descends upon them. Ray breaks it.

“I guess I’ll finally know what sitting on the other side of this glass will feel like.”

The person who entered the room before, a woman in her early fifties, gets up to leave. Robert sees this out of the corner of his eye as he leans back in his seat. “If everything goes according to plan, I can say the same.”

Ray doesn’t remember the last time he smiled, but right now sitting across from his own flesh and blood, the corners of his mouth turn upwards into a grin.


Note: How this placed third in a competition is still beyond my wildest imagination.

Personal Reflection

Decision-Making Advice

When making decisions, pick the one you won’t regret.

Or the one you’ll have the least regrets.

Actually, don’t listen to me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the worst at making any sort of decision by myself.

So you could say I should learn to take my own advice before doling it out.

Writing

10 Reasons Why You Never Start An Argument With A Writer

  1. You are completely wrong.
  2. You are not completely right.
  3. You will lose miserably.
  4. You will not win unfortunately.
  5. You will look stupid, ignorant or ridiculous.
  6. You may regret it.
  7. You may ruin your ego.
  8. You may suffer physically, mentally, and emotionally.
  9. You may remember it forever.
  10. You just don’t.
Writing

How To Be A Happier Writer (Part 3)

  1. Don’t offend.
  2. Don’t pretend.
  3. Don’t quarrel.
  4. Don’t ramble.
  5. Don’t regret.
  6. Don’t slack.
  7. Don’t stop.
  8. Don’t tolerate.
  9. Don’t upset.
  10. Don’t victimize.
  11. Don’t wait.
  12. Don’t (e)xcuse.
  13. Don’t yield.
  14. Don’t zing.
Blogging

To Blog Or Not To Blog?

To blog or not to blog?

What a loaded question…thankfully I chose the former over the latter. I don’t regret starting this blog and I hope I never will.