11/9 Monday morning
Cat – I don’t want you to forget the feeling of taking a walk at 7:45AM on a Monday morning. For a glorious hour, you are just a person simply enjoying life & nature. Congrats on waking up early, having a bit of a slow morning and enjoying life because you truly deserve it. Work-life balance is so crucial – this is something that this year taught me. In a time where work is just a few steps away at any given moment & the hours of the day blend in with each other, it’s very easy to get sucked in if you’re not careful.Continue reading
What I learned from keeping a journal, part 2
We’re all going through our own shit. Whether we’re worried about finding a job, finding true love, or finding meaning in our everyday lives, everyone has their own internal struggle. Continue reading
random realizations i had about life
enjoy a messy free-write/journal entry hybrid of mine, which broaches topics like reading, self-care, social media, personal interactions, college vs. high school, writing and the whole hubbub. Continue reading
When journaling becomes hazardous
I write in a journal.
Actually, wait, that’s not accurate.
I don’t have just one journal. I have scraps of paper, I have pages in my reporter’s notebook that have formal interview questions for my journalism class on one page and near diary entries on the other, I have corners of math worksheets, I have a private Tumblr blog, I have Never Stationary, I have Microsoft OneNote, and I have three notebooks in my dorm room that at one point functioned as my primary journal.
But at this moment, I do not have just one journal. I technically have ~12. Continue reading
How to write for yourself: an 11-step guide
In obvious contrast to a previous post, 8 steps to write a blog for others.
11. Write whatever you want, no matter how messed up or horrible you think it is. Don’t write as if you expect your “work” to later be published in a memoir. Why would you write for yourself if you didn’t write what you believe is true?
Here is where you hoard all of the thoughts you are embarrassed to express, every painful regret you can’t admit to others, and every irrational fear you’ve ever had. Write a letter addressed to any individual, of everything you just can’t say. This is an extreme free-write.
That your entries don’t make sense when strung together shouldn’t bother you, but rather be indicative of every day leaving a different impression on you than the last.