It’s been exactly one year since I got hit by a car.
On this day in 2018, I had class in the afternoon. I should’ve been home in the early evening. I didn’t get back until it was dark outside. Thankfully on February 6, 2019, I got home safe and sound.
I still think about all the things that happened. How the car slammed into my right leg, how I fell to the ground on my left elbow. Hearing the sirens grow louder. Riding to the hospital in the back of an ambulance. Waiting and more waiting. Having X-rays done. The paperwork and pain that followed. Every phone call to the police and insurance companies afterwards.
I doubt I’ll forget anytime soon. But I’ve come a long way. And despite all the setbacks, I’m so proud of myself.
I survived. I was able to walk away. I can walk and run and dance today. I hope I never take these blessings for granted.
I had some help along the way. I know no one else can possibly understand how I felt, not without experiencing everything I did. But I want to thank someone special. A small act of kindness made a big difference in my life.
Thank you for giving me hope when I needed it the most. Thank you for helping me more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for making me smile and laugh again. Thank you for pulling me out of hell. Thank you for the memories I’ll cherish forever. Thank you for everything.
This post has been incredibly difficult to write. I keep editing my thoughts before I even type them out.
More than anything, I hope one day I can tell the story I need to tell, and do it justice. After all, this isn’t someone else’s story. It’s my own.
My biggest fear in life isn’t failure. It’s not trying.
I somehow convince myself that I’m not good enough. As a result, I don’t try sometimes.
It’s 2019, and I’m still just as hard on myself, if not even harder.
I have to try. I have to try my best.
I know I don’t handle failure well though. I’m working on it. I wish I could easily embrace mistakes.
I’m aware that by not trying, in a way I avoid failing. Still, I fail in a different way. I fail if I don’t try.
This year, I want to take risks I haven’t before. If I don’t try, I’ll never know. If I don’t ask, the answer will always be no.
When I was younger, I was more fearless, less afraid. Back then, I felt like I had less to lose. But I don’t have much to lose now either.
Ideally, I’d publish a book before I have kids. Now that I’ve put my intention out into the world, I hope to follow through. The first step is trying to tell the best story I can. I’ve given myself a somewhat flexible due date. Without a timeline of some kind, I could spend my whole life writing novels but never publishing them. At this point, I just need to start somewhere. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, starting is the hardest part.
In 2018, I wanted to branch out and broaden my reading horizons. I also wanted to publish more book reviews on this blog.
As of now, I’ve read 42 books. I somehow managed to review most of them as well.
I read and review because I love stories. If I care about the characters, then I probably care about the story as well.
I’m excited. I can’t wait to see what 2019 has in store for me. I already have several books shouting at me on my bookshelf.
I’m so beyond grateful. I can’t thank you all enough for reading this blog, especially my book reviews.
In 2019, I hope to read even more and broaden my horizons further. I’ll continue to write reviews and blog about books.
Because sometimes we all need to be inspired before writing.
Dance. Play baseball. Shoot some hoops. Whatever you like. Move your body, and maybe your mind will too.
Sometimes the best thing you can do is write, even when you’re slumping. If nothing else, start another project. Try to write when you aren’t inspired or motivated. Who knows what might happen.
If you don’t feel like reading, watch a movie or TV show. Perhaps other stories will inspire you to tell your own.
Play. Have fun. Video games are great. You have a new world to discover. You get to see a storyline unfold. You can study dialogue between different characters.
Bloggers are some of the most inspiring people you’ll ever meet. Enough said.
At times, you just need a break. That’s okay. Eat. Sleep. Take care of your body. Return to your story when you’re ready.
Go outside. Take a walk. Travel somewhere you’ve never been before. That could get the creative juices flowing again.
I have no problem writing all the time. But submitting is a whole other story. I feel bad but clearly not that bad.
The thought of submitting seems so daunting. I need to break it down into smaller steps. I should start somewhere.
For me, the act of starting anything tends to be the hardest part more often than not. Once I start however, I find that the work isn’t so bad.
I’m not sure how I managed to submit stuff in the past. The first time was about six years ago. I entered a contest just for fun. Little did I know I’d end up being published.
Last year I submitted a story right before exam season. As you can see, I had my priorities straight. It worked out because I got the story published and didn’t fail any of my exams.
Unfortunately, there aren’t any negative consequences if I don’t submit. I have a lot to gain, but nothing to lose. Perhaps I should create my own consequences for being a lazy potato.
I like to think I’ll figure things out. I’m still learning, and I have more to learn.
At the very least, I know what I want to accomplish. Now I just have to get to work.
Don’t worry about getting things right the first time you write. You can always edit later, but you need to write first.
It’s okay if you don’t know how your story is going to end. It’s okay if you have multiple endings. Make sure you get to the end. Finish what you start. You can’t publish a book if you give up halfway through.
You’re still allowed to take a break, a hiatus, a vacation. Take as much time as you need to recharge your batteries.
What works for someone else might not work for you. Find what does. Lose what doesn’t.
Keep your head up. All your hard work will pay off one day. Nothing great happens overnight anyway. Make the most of your time.
Raise the bar higher. Do what you think is impossible.
When you fall down, stand up again. Brush the dirt away. Shake the rust off. Start again, even and especially when you think you can’t.
Take a chance on yourself. Make it work out. Want something badly enough. Be willing to go after it.
Enjoy today because you never know what tomorrow will bring.
You’re better than you think. Give yourself the credit you deserve. Put in more time and effort. You’ll be rewarded.
It doesn’t get easier. But you get better, smarter, stronger.
Sometimes you just have to start writing. So give yourself permission to begin.
Criticism isn’t easy to deal with even when it’s constructive.
Changing my mindset has helped me. I don’t want to be defensive or reactionary every time someone gives me feedback. That’s not the best attitude to have.
Besides, constructive criticism helps me improve and get better. I should listen to others, especially when they offer suggestions I wouldn’t have thought of on my own.
I try not to take any comments about my work personally. That’s obviously easier said than done, but more often than not, no one is attacking me. They’re just making a statement about my story.
I tend to seek out people I respect. I’m much more open to their opinions if I look up to them.
But when I receive feedback from a stranger or someone I don’t like, I do my best to see where s/he is coming from. After all, nobody has the same experiences as me.
What’s more, we can learn something from everyone, which is why I want to hear from different voices.
That said, I still filter. Not every remark is useful or helpful. The negative comments that serve no purpose are best ignored, forgotten.
Ultimately, I want to keep improving. There’s always room for improvement. I’m not perfect. I haven’t mastered everything, and I never will.
It’s important to hear people out whenever they provide helpful feedback. I’ll take what works and apply it to my own work. I can throw away what doesn’t.
At the end of the day, constructive criticism is part of life.