One particularly boring Saturday afternoon when I was 7 years old, I picked up a chapter book— one of those easy readers— and I was hooked. It was about a boy, his second grade classmates, and their field trip to Washington D.C. Up until that point, it had always sounded like a crock when people said that reading was like watching a movie in your head.
From then on, I’d devour any book I could get my hands on. I’d peruse the huge forgotten dictionary and thesaurus I found in the basement, both caked with dust with the spine fraying. I read and reread the same Poe anthology I bought off the discount rack at Borders. I After a few short years, I graduated to classics like The Catcher in the Rye, Till We Have Faces, Memoirs of a Geisha; and my desire to consume the written word persisted, even after we got internet access at home when I was 14 years old.
As for writing . . . I love to write. It’s a liberating and beautiful process, to create with words.
I write in secret. I have a fear of baring a wholly honest part of myself to the world.
I’m afraid of rejection. I’m afraid of being left behind.
So most of the time, I keep things to myself. I keep myself anonymous.
In response to: the current Weekly Writing Challenge
Currently: Liberating my mind, freeing my soul. Reintroducing my heart to my mind. Realigning goals with desires.
Courtesy of Danielle Laporte and The Desire Map.
The idea of fate ruling our existence from beginning to end is such a romantic notion
Sure, there are circumstances you can’t control.
Destiny, happiness, satisfaction … these are intertwined with your mindset— which is no doubt under your control.
This post is in response to today’s Daily Prompt, which asked: Do you believe in fate or do you believe you can control your own destiny?
Allowing anger, sadness, and pain to fester inside is an invitation for insanity to come a’ creeping.
Be angry. Let your fury burn.
Then let it go.
Are you a pessimist or an optimist?
Do you see the glass as half-empty or half full?
Is life full of could-be-better or could-be-worse situations?
Remember, nothing is permanent.
This shit too shall pass. You might just need more fiber.
Literally, you need to eat more fiber, or, you know, fiber as a euphemism for lay off the negatory.
A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty
~ Winston Churchill
Before you go to bed tonight, take the time to sit down with a pen and paper. <– Seriously, nix typing this on the computer, and ditch the tablet and smartphone. There’s something insanely cathartic about doing this completely by hand.
Make a list of no less than five things that were happy, positive, or just otherwise didn’t fucking suck (a positive outlook has to begin somewhere, right?) that happened today. Bonus points if you can come up with a list of non-shitty things the object of your anger did.
Do this every night, or at least a few times a week.
Feel the anger dissipate. You don’t have to forgive to understand, and understanding will help you to move on and make the best decisions for you.