Should we ever accept that we’re just ‘not that good’ at something we’re passionate about? I saw a Tweet by another writer (I didn’t catch their name because I didn’t realise the tweet would stick with me like it has) about how they’re resigning to the fact that their writing will never ‘change the world’,Continue reading “Your world is only as limited as you make it.”
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Why I Write
“Why do you write?” A simple question, with a thousand answers. I write because I want to escape. I think too much. I get lonely. The ideas pop into my head and they’ll bother me until I write them down. It’s the easiest way for me to communicate. It’s fun. It’s easy. I’m good atContinue reading “Why I Write”
My backpack.
Therapy is fantastic. It can help you see your world from another angle, it can take that weight off your shoulders that’s been weighing you down for years, it can assist in finding your self-esteem. But you know what, sometimes, it just feels really shit. The thing is, it’s meant to be shit sometimes! It’sContinue reading “My backpack.”
The anger that comes with grief.
Grief. It’s a horrible thing. It’s lonely, it’s sad, and nothing can prepare you for how it will feel, because everyone experiences something different and for different lengths of time. I’ve experienced grief before, I’ve lost Grandparents, my Aunty and Uncle and many pets, but no loss has ever hit me quite like losing myContinue reading “The anger that comes with grief.”
My wings.
‘Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness yet still become something beautiful.’ – Beau Taplin After all the loss and grief I’ve experienced over the last year, my life feels as if it’s filled with gaping holes from what was, or was meant to be. I’m satContinue reading “My wings.”
Even too much of a good thing can be too much.
I like to think I’m pretty good at self-care, but I’ve come to realise I’m actually pretty terrible at it. Despite writing about it, learning about it and reading countless articles about it, I am still not quite able to get the hang of it. I seem to get mixed up between what I shouldContinue reading “Even too much of a good thing can be too much.”
People can be wrong.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been the kind of person to take on other people’s opinions of myself. I’m a bit of a sponge to those around me, which has always been my downfall. I’m not sure why I am so open to instantly take on beliefs of family, friends, acquaintancesContinue reading “People can be wrong.”
I can’t turn back now.
It feels like a long time since I last sat down to write a blog post! It was only two weeks ago, but it feels so much longer. Yes, I seem to have accidently taken a week off last week; I had every intention of writing a post, but it never happened. Instead, I’ve beenContinue reading “I can’t turn back now.”
“Let’s go.”
I chose to do something different this week as I’m feeling much more creative in a fiction way rather than a lets-talk-about-life way, so I used a prompt from the good old “642 things to write about book”. “Write for 10 minutes about what is running through a husband-to-be’s head while his wife-to-be is walkingContinue reading ““Let’s go.””
The Small Happies.
Many years ago, on one of my regular trips to Whitby, I bought a small wall plaque that read ‘Happiness is a way of life, not a destination.’ because I feel like that sentence reflects how I feel about life and happiness, and it’s always stuck with me. I think a lot of people putContinue reading “The Small Happies.”
Gwen Richards 