Quick confession: so I challenged myself to write consistently for 30 days. But when I got home from work on Nov 2nd, weak and tired, I knew there was no way I was gonna pull it off. I couldn’t create in a state of fatigue. And then I started feeling bad for letting my blog, my readers and myself down. 😌😌
But hey, it’s day 4 today, and who says I can’t pick up from where I stopped? It so happens that today’s prompt is dear to my heart. I hope you enjoy some of the poems and musings I’ve got right here!
It had seen many hearts meet, and many hearts break.
They were no different.
And that’s the end of our August challenge! Thank you so much for walking the distance with me! 😘
I first saw this writing challenge on Instagram and jokingly decided to participate. As I started, I quickly found out how challenging writing consistently for 31 days could be. But here’s the thing about commitment, if you think about the distance you have to go, you may just chicken out.
So here’s what you do, you take one day at a time and just keep at it. Same thing with life… when you start thinking about the future or the past and all the distance you’re yet to cover, you’ll most likely feel anxious or depressed. That’s why you need to try taking one day at a time. Your only job right here is getting through the day. That’s all you’re given, the present. And with that, someday you’ll look back at all the months or years that have passed, just because you kept taking one day at a time.
I really appreciate the readership, and the love you guys showed me. Thanks to you all, I finally hit my 40k goal!!!! 💃🏽 💃🏽 I’m indeed thankful for God’s Grace that kept me going.
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So, let me the first to wish you a Sweet September you won’t forget in a hurry! 💕
They say funerals are the best places to hear the nicest things about people. Emma’s own wasn’t any different. She was loved by many, as I came to understand. Yet, none of these people were there the night she overdosed on her sleeping pills.
Today I’m missing that part of me that’s more hopeful and childlike. The part of me that still believes there’s more to life, than mere existence. More to impact, than just the accumulation of material gains.
We live in a society where the rite of passage to adulthood includes bagging a degree or more, getting a good job, getting married, and even having kids! It’s like you’re not an adult if you’ve not crossed off one or all of these. And hey, these are not bad! But what I would like to bring to your consciousness is that tiny part of you that longs for something more. That part of you that you may be missing, even without knowing.
Surround yourself with things that make you happy. For me it’s plants, scented candles, Bible and books, seashells or anything that represents nature, memorabilia and anything that reminds me of traveling.