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Progress Begins on the Other Side of Comfort
What’s the point? The seemingly existential question of life, it’s also a question I’ve been asked regarding this blog. What’s the point? The goal? The endgame? Why am I doing this? The answer probably needs to be condensed, more concise, but the why is so layered. It started as a way to do something for me. A form of self-care, if you will. So many thoughts in my head, competing for attention, that I needed a place to get them out. For at least one year, I had debated starting a blog, and people were so supportive of the idea, that I finally decided to actually do it – instead…
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Going Against The Grain
If you haven’t already read part one, please check it out here. It started with a phone call. Tackling things on my own hadn’t exactly been working out, so I needed a new way to stay on track and be held accountable. It didn’t take long to find and reach out to someone whose words really resonated with me. Someone who made sense of things in a way I couldn’t. Someone who showed me that things didn’t have to be so bleak. During that initial phone call, I laid out everything that I knew needed to change, including my lack of direction in knowing where to start. I was (perhaps…
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My Life Wasn’t Broken; My Thought Process Was
It was hard to notice the changes that had taken place, because day to day, little seemed different. I was tired, but it was more than just that. Everything was always being viewed through a pessimistic lens, and it was starting to wear on me. I was completely exhausted. Drained. Depleted. Constant feelings of negativity had left me feeling trapped, with no way out. It had become so easy to blame bad days on any- and everything external. For too long, I let outside factors affect me to the point where they had completely rewritten how I viewed things (that must be where “we see things as we are, not…
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Time Marches On, With Or Without You
During a rare, recent moment of motivation, I was clearing out my drafts folder – because honestly, who needs 100s of drafts cluttering up their mind and space? Nestled between outdated to-do lists, random notes, and calendar reminders, I came across a half-finished post: 3 Things I Learned After One Full Month Inside. Written exactly one month ago, it was after we’d been on lockdown/quarantine/stay-at-home orders/whatever you choose to call it for a full calendar month. It was also a few days after my self-imposed daily writing challenge ended. It had two main points, some random tangents, and… that’s it. An abrupt end; unfinished, raw, and barely fleshed out. At…