I want to be happy. I hope I’m able to do what I want to do.
My health is important to me. But sometimes I do things at the expense of my well-being.
Even though I worry so much about so many things, writing helps. When there’s nothing to stress over, my mind makes something up. At least getting my thoughts and feelings on the page takes some of the weight off my shoulders.
This year has been tough for reasons out of my control. So I’ve tried hard to focus on what I can control.
Word by word, day by day is my motto. I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. Sometimes though I can’t stop thinking about the far future.
I like to believe everything will work out somehow. The pieces will fall into place eventually.
For now, I want to concentrate on the present moment. I need to enjoy each day.
I love what I do because I love the act of doing them. It’s the process, the journey that matters. Not the numbers, not the results.
While I don’t know everything, I know I want to learn. Even if it terrifies me. I want to learn more. I want to better myself as a human being.
I’m always learning. I love teaching myself. Going at my own pace, putting in a little bit of work every day.
I figured I’d compile some reasons to convince myself that school isn’t the worst thing in the world.
It makes you experience necessary evils, which pushes you out of your comfort zone, teaching you lessons you never would have learned otherwise.
From a writer’s perspective, school gets you to write, thereby improving your writing, while also providing inspiration for future stories.
I’m not all too convinced.
October 5th is upon us. It’s World Teachers’ Day today, as I’m sure you’ve probably gleaned from the title or elsewhere, but remember to celebrate educators every day.
The folks at Grammarly did an amazing job making this infographic. I wish I had even half the skills they did.
Many thanks to every teacher out there.
Continue to inspire.
People just love testing my patience.
For the longest time, I could not for the life of me understand why certain individuals make rude remarks.
But I have come to realize that these people are simply testing my patience and are improving my tolerance for bad manners.
That doesn’t mean I condone their words or even their actions.
However I will like to thank them for teaching me an important lesson.
You don’t get respect if you don’t give it. Or at the very least, you won’t have my respect if you don’t treat me with respect.
Is it really too much to ask for?