Personal Reflection

Before You Learn To Fly, You Must Learn To Fall

Life is too short to hold back, yet I do. As much as I tell myself I don’t care what people think, my actions or lack thereof speak for themselves. I care. Sometimes I care way too much.

Life also hit me hard this year, literally and figuratively. At least, it isn’t about how hard I get hit, but rather how hard I hit back.

I love this blog with my whole heart, but sometimes that makes it harder to post. Every now and then, I think I can’t share something because it doesn’t relate to writing or reading. Still, I want to live my life and create content I love. So I’m trying to let go of the boundaries I set for myself.

I wish I could write whatever I want and share my work with the world. No doubts. No talking myself out of it.

On certain days, I feel bolder than others. Of course, there are times where I play things safe.

I often think about the consequences of putting myself out there. Then again, I have to.

The unknown terrifies every cell in my body. I’m such a planner. I want every little detail to be planned out ahead of time. But I can’t control everything or command everyone.

It’s okay to enjoy the moment. I’m learning to let go of the past. After all, the present is all I have. And I know better than most that life is so short. It can be cut short at any moment.

Fear of failure is the worst. I wish I could be afraid of heights or spiders instead.

I don’t want to hold myself back forever. I guess I haven’t felt ready to spread my wings. But before you learn to fly, you must learn to fall. You must first learn to fail.

Personal Reflection

All Your Hard Work Will Pay Off

Your hard work will pay off. Perhaps not right away but one day.

You reap what you sow. You get out what you put in. If you’re going to do something, go full out, not halfway.

Never stop learning. It doesn’t end when you graduate from high school, college, or university.

Don’t rest on your laurels. Continue to prove yourself.

Your sacrifices will be worth it. You can’t do everything. Know what you’re OK giving up and what you’re not.

Always take care of yourself. Make your own needs a priority.

You matter. You’re good enough. You have what it takes.

You’re closer to the end then you realize. Finish strong. Leave a good lasting impression.

Be kind to your body. Because you only have one. Listen to it.

Do something every day that brings a smile to your face. Find the thing you love with your whole heart and never be ashamed.

Remember to relax even when the going gets rough. The world will work itself out.

Live without regrets. Life is too short. There are no guarantees.

Instead of looking back or thinking far ahead, focus on the present. Enjoy the moment.

You are not alone. Other people are in the same boat.

It’s OK to cry. Allow yourself to feel. Let yourself express your emotions.

Take all the time you need. You can’t rush things, especially when you’re not ready. But remember sometimes you have to take a leap of faith.

Do what feels right. No matter what, stay true to who you are.

Be proud. You’ve gotten this far, and there’s a lot further for you to go.

Don’t worry. Stop sweating every small detail. It will seem impossible until you realize it’s possible.

Productivity

I Like Feeling Productive

Who doesn’t like being productive?

I feel good when I get stuff done. I need a goal, a purpose.

Without a challenge, I’m bored. I don’t always feel like working though. But I dislike feeling unproductive.

It’s so easy to put off and procrastinate rather than start right away. But I know I can’t wait for a perfect moment. I also shouldn’t wait until I feel inspired or motivated. Sometimes I just need to sit down and start.

I prefer doing a little every day rather than a lot all at once. It’s exhausting to write for 6 hours straight. But 60 minutes isn’t that tiring.

I’m not always as productive as I’d like to be. That’s okay. Some days are better than others.

I’m learning to start over. just because I did or didn’t do something yesterday doesn’t mean I can’t change what I do today.

I have bad days, even bad weeks. But I always find a way to get back on track.

At any given time, there are plenty of projects on my plate. They aren’t going to complete themselves. I need to start and finish them myself.

I’m not very good at taking breaks and doing nothing. Which is why I try to get a little bit closer to where I want to be with each passing day.

Baby steps. Walk before I run. I should enjoy this journey rather than stress about it. I’ve been worrying about the wrong things lately.

Somehow, someway it will work out in the end, so long as I work hard every step of the way.

Personal Reflection

There Are So Many Things I Want To Do

Sometimes, I wish I could do everything, but that’s not possible. I only have 24 hours.

I used to be so stubborn about sticking to several daily habits.

Every now and then, some things have to give. I can’t do it all or do everything well. I’ve become more accepting of that fact nowadays.

I want to do many things and do them for a certain length of time or until I reach a specific goal. For example, I try to dance for one hour and read about 50 pages every day.

Nevertheless, I try not to let my current habits stop me from pursuing other opportunities.

I’m content with what I’ve done, yet I’ll continue to do more.

Life is a journey. My growth is ongoing, not a one-time event. So rather than beating myself up over a habit I didn’t do, I will appreciate all the things I did.

I journal before bed, and I’ve been tracking what I accomplish. That way, I can look back on a record of how I spend my time. Which is eye-opening to say the least.

I feel like human beings aren’t always the best at time management for a number of reasons. Tracking what I do and how long it takes me to complete a task has paid dividends. I now have a better understanding of when I should start an activity and when I can finish it.

Of course, I’m not perfect. Some days are good, others are bad. But knowing how I work allows me to plan ahead and account for worst-case scenarios.

Personal Reflection

Getting Back Into A Routine

With family in town, some of my daily habits went out the window for a few days. I’m trying to get back into a routine sooner rather than later.

I miss having entire days at home to do whatever I please. I miss reading, writing, blogging, and dancing.

My body’s internal clock has been thrown out of whack as well. I’ve had to adjust, adapt.

I’m looking forward to catching up. More like I look forward to being caught up.

I have a lot of ground to cover. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have no regrets. I can’t remember the last time I dropped expectations of getting work done and allowed myself to just have fun.

I feel thankful that I have the freedom to live such a flexible lifestyle.

Even though I do the same few things almost every single day, no day is exactly the same.

I can’t predict the future. I don’t know what tomorrow has in store. Let’s just say I’m always excited for new adventures.

Even the simplest activities can be a blast with the right company.

I need to live my life. After all, many stories are born out of new experiences. That said, I’m ready to return to my old routines.

Going forward, I will try to push myself. Instead of stopping out of laziness, I’ll challenge myself to go a little further.

Personal Reflection

On Self-Esteem And Confidence

Some days, I feel I’m not good enough. I don’t give myself enough credit.

But I know what I’m good at, and I know what I’m not good at. That being said, I don’t know much. All I know is I want to write, need to.

I want to get better, do better. It’s tough though. I feel like no matter how hard I work, I’ll never be good. I’ll never do enough.

Being a writer is the best thing that ever happened to me. But some days it’s the hardest thing in the world.

I can’t not write. I can’t bear untold stories inside me. I don’t even care if they don’t see the light of day. It doesn’t matter whether people read my words or not. What matters is I write them, one by one.

I try to refrain from tearing myself down when I write. So writing helps boost my self-esteem. The school system doesn’t do wonders for anyone’s confidence.

I hate that I let grades affect me so much. One good grade doesn’t make me focus less on all the bad ones.

I’m also way too hard on myself. It’s not even because I’m a perfectionist. I just expect perfection in my results. Which is problematic. But that’s who I am.

Writing

On Submitting My Work To Writing Contests

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.

School

An Honest Account Of My University Experience

In September 2015, I embarked on my university journey.

In high school, people told me my grades would drop. And naïve Herminia believed them. So I prepared myself to not do nearly as well. Somehow I did.

During first year, I didn’t think too much about my GPA. I thought about doing the work and being early to everything.

Come the fall of 2016, I learned that I won two academic scholarships.

Instead of thinking I was stupid, I felt somewhat smart.

In second year, I spent less time studying and more time living. My grades were a little all over the place as a result. I remember countless conversations with my best friend about how terrible I was doing. I joked about dropping out.

So I vowed to do better in third year. My fall semester went smoothly. I had great classes, good professors. I liked my grades. I lived a lot. If I could relive those four months again, I would.

2018 arrived. Second semester in the winter started off just fine. No problem. Smooth sailing. Until February when I got hit by a car while walking home from school.

It took more than a month to recover physically. I’m not sure I’ll ever recover mentally. I’m doing well these days.

I never wanted to make excuses. I didn’t ask for an extension on any assignments.

My grades dropped. But I took care of myself. Being forced to listen to my body made me a better human being.

Regardless of my GPA when all is said and done, I’m proud. I learned to listen to that tiny voice in my head, to the body I used to neglect. That matters more than any number on a piece of paper.