I dislike being injured, but what I really hate is the recovery period, where I can't move for fear of aggravating the injury. Begrudgingly, I do everything the doctor asked me too---rest and more rest. I wait and wait until the day I think I'm ready to start moving again---OUCH. A horrible pain resonates from … Continue reading Injured!
There are many things in this world that can cause us pain, but the worst of them all are the ones we inflict on ourselves. It hurts infinitely more to tell yourself that you are unworthy, than to have someone else say it to your face. You can always prove others wrong, it will even … Continue reading Comparisons
Many people have probably discovered that being soft spoken has more drawbacks than benefits.
"Oh great! It seems pretty simple to deal with PCOS!" you might think happily. But truly it's not as easy as it seems.
Break ups are never easy, but never compromise on your integrity by staying where you are disrespected. Here's a poem with a similar story: Take Two Heartfelt and joyously misled, We met again at the wedding. You frowned, I scowled, It was a moment we'd both been dreading. How was I to know … Continue reading My first poem on this blog
But whats done is done, whats gone is gone. You've been through the hurt, tears and suffering more than once already when the memory was created...there is no longer any need to prolong it.
Remember the first time you traveled alone or the first time you stood up for yourself, the first time you rode the bicycle without any help or the first time you cooked a meal on your own? Do you recall the feeling of exhilaration whenever you achieved something?
Pretend that you have all the money and resources in the world, there is nothing holding you back and you have the support from everyone who matters. Now ask yourself this: If you could fulfill your greatest dream, what would it be?
When I was younger, I enrolled in a professional singing class, thinking I had an untapped talent. I quickly realised, as did all the teachers, that I simply do not know how to sing. On my very first day, a motherly looking lady who taught us, said to me, "Dear, why don't you come for an extra … Continue reading My Singing Abilities
I worry far too much. There, I said it. I'm probably the biggest worrier there ever was, and I don't even have any kids yet...
The Jovial Writer 