What if. What if. What if I lose out? What if I was wrong? What if it isn’t just a tactic and they really don’t want to barter with me? What if someone else sneaks in while I’m trying to come up with a suitable answer. What if I’m really not ready for this?
Redundancy is hard. It’s my third time now, and it isn’t any easier. That knowledge that the people you gave everything to just don’t value you anymore. That you aren’t needed anymore. That they chose someone else over you. It doesn’t get easier.
For the uninitiated, pantsing is the term for writing by the seat of your pants with little-to-no planning. Just sitting and letting the words flow, taking you wherever they dictate.
I just want to take the time to say a massive thank you to my followers. I reached 100 followers on my blog recently, and it’s just crazy that there are people that actually want to read what I’m writing. You guys are the reason I’ve been able to push through and keep writing on days I really didn’t think I could.
Today, I’d like to talk about hypermobility. If you are unfamiliar with the term, hypermobility means that your joints are more flexible. It's also referred to as being double-jointed. Some people experience pain, and some don't.
But the title of “Writer” is a mantle that has been worn by mountains, and I falter in their shadow. I cannot compare. I am never sure if I’m more afraid of failure, or success.
First and foremost, thanks to Ingrid of Experiments In Fiction for the nomination. I have no idea what to do with this. ❤ Before we begin, for any newbies like me who haven’t heard of the Liebster award, it’s essentially a recognition from one blogger to another. This nomination made me feel really special, so... Continue Reading →
If everyone can recognise the signs, in themselves and others, we can save lives. If everyone understands that the picture perfect version of life we see in the media is a farce, we can save lives.
You don't have to be stronger. It's OK to still feel weak and shattered, and tired. Surviving, and struggling, isn’t lessened by the fact that you’re still breathing at the end of it.