We watch our cups and stare into the world. Both separate and part of it.
April 2018 is a big month for aspiring writers, poets, and other creatives. Currently, I am participating in Camp NaNoWriMo by writing a short story collection. Most blog posts this month will be focused on my experiences with completing this project. As creatives, we often get sucked into our craft like it is the… Continue reading Balancing Your Time
April 2018 is a big month for aspiring writers, poets, and other creatives. Currently, I am participating in Camp NaNoWriMo by writing a short story collection. Most blog posts this month will be focused on my experiences with completing this project. Nothing is more harrowing to an aspiring creative when the ideas stop coming… Continue reading Keeping Inspiration Alive
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
Your days became reduced to simply collecting your paycheck. You had little to no daily tasks to complete. You showed up to meetings just to break the monotony. (Of course, you told your coworkers that it was because you found -insert relevant subject to job here- interesting and wanted to learn more about it.)
I was on a stage with an eager audience watching my every move. My heart raced inside my chest as I tried valiantly to remain composed. A microphone was placed in front of me, as a pianist to my side was poised to begin. Once the first chord of a pleasant melody reverberated over my… Continue reading Me, You, Step One, Step Two
I stumbled. I had gotten used to the consistent improvements in my mental and emotional health. I was writing regularly. Work was hardly a worry. I was being more social and trying new things. Then the insomnia freight train hit me. I couldn’t sleep more than four hours a night. Everything was irritating and the… Continue reading Stumbling Giraffes
High school teaches us that our passions only matter when we can make money from them. University teaches us that our passions don’t matter because we can’t make money from them. Your life’s passion must be business-related, science, technology, engineering, or mathematics. You have to do well in courses, take on as many internships as… Continue reading On Rekindling Passion