These are my words, let them shine…

My words engulf me in an endless feeling of surrender and release
As I weave my words into life, the veil is lifted and the light begins to shine
So proud am I to know that these words will forever be mine

My words are my shield, ready for the eyes of the world
Within them, I place my heart, and my soul so tread lightly, friend
For these words are my journey revealed to you from beginning to end

 

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Not a Perfect Storm

Part of me wants to scream
But I never do
The urge slowly fades
Until it becomes
Yet another failed attempt
To win back that part of myself
That seems lost and forlorn
Scared and alone
Never to return
This is not a Perfect Storm

You are your parents…

Have you ever stopped to think about the legacy of your parents, what they are leaving behind in you? I have actually thought about this often over the years, particularly when something happens in my life that I can’t explain or excuse in some way. Continue reading → You are your parents…

When you’re living in the “grey”

This is something I always promised myself I would never do. To me, living your life comfortably is not really living at all. I’m not saying people should be extremists and live life on the edge or anything like that, but I can’t be the type of person that settles for less instead of challenging myself. It kinda seems like I have. Continue reading → When you’re living in the “grey”

I pulled out of the recruitment process

I decided to stay for now. There are more reasons to stay here than I initially realised. I talked it over with loved ones and agreed it’s better to start looking again in the new year.

I am actually relieved. It kinda feels like I’ve let myself off the hook somehow. Am I weak for staying or strong? I’m going to turn this around somehow. My partner said that if anyone can find a silver lining in a shit cloud, it’s me.

Isn’t it funny that when people who really know you say good things, it feels like they’re talking about someone else. Why don’t I see in myself what he sees in me?

I actually don’t know.

Dedicated to the real writer’s out there

Yesterday I called myself a “writer”. I realise now how bold that was. I’d like to say I’m dedicated, adventurous, interesting and maybe even a little talented, but I am none of those things. I visit blogs belonging to people who have thousands of followers. I don’t care what people say about “follower count” it IS important because it can reflect how interesting and engaging you are as both a writer and a person.

Are you engaged right now? Ha!

But seriously I think to be a writer, you must write every single day. There is no exception to this rule. I don’t do this but I’m trying to be the writer I envisioned becoming when I was seven.

Can I do it? Will I do it is the better question. A question I’ve been trying to answer for years.

I guess we’ll see.

What is “fair?”

The answer to that question is “nothing”. It’s not fair that I had to leave a job I liked so someone who hates every minute of being in that job gets to stay. I’m sure there are multiple examples of “unfairness” happening all over the world but who’s going to put it right?

I guess that’s why people say that “it all comes down to you”. Well, just for once, I’d like not to have to stick my head in a vice and I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as “fair”. Either you win or you don’t.