This post is an elaboration on the promises I made myself as this year came into being and updates regarding each one. The plan is to post monthly updates on my progress (or lack thereof), identify the contributing factor, and ways I can improve. This is under the blanket of #FridayFriend because it is also about keeping on track in your writing life. I will have tips and tricks to take us to the next level.
January is gone and February, the month of love, is here. Show some love to yourself and to your work and keep on reading. Today is all about goals.
You must be a visionary to guide your dream into actuality. Goals bridge this divide.
2017 was a year of disillusionment: regarding authority; love; and self-proclaimed heroes. It was also about disillusion with the self and our collective ability to affect change. It was a year of fatigue: with the constant erosion of our believes and the belief that each person deserves dignity and respect as individual regardless of creed or color.
2017 was a year of hope: a revelation that even in the darkest recesses of human depravity, light can be found. It was a year where people found the voice they lost and the strength to carry on. It was a year where we were truly stronger together.
2018: new year
My hope is that 2018 is a year of revival in both our personal and professional relations and capacity. That politics will highlight the strength in unity rather than becoming a knife to further divide us. That we find the strength to love even the flaws.
I don't have resolutions this year, I have promises. A vow for a better me, better life, and a spring of wellness.
The sky is a stepping stone to reach the stars. Dream unlimited. Imagine different. Be kind. Be better. Love yourself. Love others. Love more. Love selflessly. Love endlessly.
Welcome to 2018: endeavor for more.
Happy new year!
Sometime in 2014, I wrote a book.
It was not great nor was it moderately okay but it was 400 pages of my dreams and hopes. It was mine. I got feedback saying that it needed work. I edited, sent it out in the world, and the rejection letters, deservingly, came pouring in.
I wanted to burn the bridge so that I could not scramble across it and get lost, ever again, in between the slopes of my imagination.
Life is not easy. Living is one the hardest things to do. It is a choice made each and every single day. A conscious decision to go on. I want this to be a place where I can tell my truths. All the ugly aspects of it. The struggles and the triumphs.
My truth is I am struggling to write. To dedicate myself to my goal of being a published author. It seems like I am fighting myself. Fighting against what is set for me and what I want to become, especially now that I am an "adult." I'm trying not to be a disappointment to those around me but I feel like it is inevitable.
Life is never what you want it to be, even when it seems that way.
I am struggling but I am still fighting. Trying to find a balance where I don't disappoint myself as well.
I pick up stream and I lose it.
I pick up a pen and nothing but a thin line of abstract sorrow comes from it.
Life is inhaling, holding that one precious breath while visualizing shelter from the storm.
I hope this can become my shelter.
As I am trying to get back into blogging more, I feel that it is only appropriate to start this new chapter by introducing myself. Not all in one go because I prefer shorter posts and I am at a lost about what to write. I hope to start posting updates about my works as this blog takes off. Schedule right now is going to be about twice a month. I don't want to commit to something more strenuous and have to disappoint. So, here goes something.
chasing that creative spark that sets everything in motion...