During my lunch hour, I take the time to write down a stream of consciousness about "Restart" as a theme and how tired I am this week.
If it was up to me, I wouldn't want to put in a lick of effort. Just give me the accolades and community without the work, thanks. Real life already has me booked with work and household obligations. Can at least one thing come easy to me, ya know? No? I guess I need to put in The Work TM. I gotta have that foundation to fall back on when it gets tough.
We all have projects and hobbies that we've put to the wayside. Maybe it was life events and circumstances for you. Maybe it was conditioned thinking that no hobby is worth pursuing if you cannot monetize it. But what if we push back against this? Gather the courage and audacity to try and try again.
The clock tower was the highest point of the entire of Halwood. It had the perfect vantage point to photograph the dawn over the sleeping town. It was also the perfect time to climb it to avoid trouble with Sheriff Nealy.
I've a little sister. A curious bug if ever, always asking me a multitude of questions during every phone call. Sometimes I know the answer. (What's an amoeba? Oh a single cell organism found in wet environments.) Other times I'm left scratching my head and wanting to know the answer too. (Why does everyone respect … Continue reading 5 Questions to Ask After Finishing Your First Draft
It was Tuesday morning and I already had three rejections from jobs that I applied to in the previous week. The other fifteen, twenty, sixty jobs (I had honestly lost count) I had applied to over the past five months of job hunting had either rejected me or given me radio silence. I had been … Continue reading When Your Brain Becomes the Unexpected Villain in Your Job Search
It's no secret that I'm a worrier. If there are clouds in the sky and the meteorologist calls for no rain, I still carry around an umbrella. I insistently ask if a sick loved one is okay throughout the day until they are better. When I am asked about future decisions, I stutter my way … Continue reading Drifting