One of my new favourite go-to wholesome films is Next Goal Wins. It’s about the international football team of American Samoa, which has never won a game or even scored a goal before. I love it because of its Polynesian wit and huge heart at the centre of the people and narrative. Before I tell… Continue reading Reminder to set the bar low: it’s more fun!
Tag: emotional energy
Capitalism Breeds Heartlessness: Workplaces Don’t Support Our Lows
A number of my friends and family have shared difficulties they have had with their workplace now that they are facing illness (physical or mental) and it's shining a light on the ugly core of capitalism. Why are the low points of your employees' lives such an inconvenience? Why is supporting your employees through struggle… Continue reading Capitalism Breeds Heartlessness: Workplaces Don’t Support Our Lows
The problem with school holidays
Firstly, I accidentally broke my daily streak! When I realised this morning, I felt upset. But how can I be? I worked hard and showed up to write something everyday for 41 days in a row. That’s amazing. To get to 30 is great, to get to 40 is fantastic. I also couldn’t manage the… Continue reading The problem with school holidays
Old friends knocking at the door
I know Insomnia, she is an old friend. Insomnia and I would face the darkness together each night, tucked up in bed, watching the walls for shadows. She and I would make up these stories about monsters and villains, and then my heart would race and I’d pull the blanket over my head, toes curled… Continue reading Old friends knocking at the door
A love letter to myself
It’s Valentine’s day. The commercial day for proving you love someone(s). It’s cliche now but I want to dedicate today to loving myself. Proving to myself that after all the heartbreak, I still love myself. Because I don’t act like it. In a relationship, I would be deemed the neglectful, abusive partner at times. Constantly… Continue reading A love letter to myself
Slower and intentional living: I don’t want to be pushing for the rest of my life
I’ve spent most of my adulthood so far, ten years, worrying and stressing and panicking. I’m 28 and all I desire right now is not to be bettering myself. I know I’ve built content around this very idea over many years, but that doesn’t feel right to me anymore. Not right now, anyway. Because whether… Continue reading Slower and intentional living: I don’t want to be pushing for the rest of my life
Retreating
I feel this need, this sense of urgency to retreat inward. To go off the grid and be solo for a while. Not to post. Not to share. Not to outwardly be working on something. Not to be defined by, and have my time dictated by, grades and essays. Not to be working on the… Continue reading Retreating
What’s truly scary (motivation for the last 2 months of the year)
You know what’s scarier than getting on the plane? Never having left your hometown and widened your perspective. To stay small and inexperienced, not understanding, on a deeper personal level, the other cultures and beauties in this world. That’s terrifying. You know what’s scarier than publishing a book and being judged? Not publishing and bearing… Continue reading What’s truly scary (motivation for the last 2 months of the year)
September’s Song (journal entry)
September's song slips over the hill. She's on her way. And as much as coffee dates and jumpers feed my soul, I'm terrified of summer's end. Why can't I have it both ways? The endless days of summer, alongside the cosy autumn vibes? Because the colours rust, orange, and burnt yellow are my favourite. A… Continue reading September’s Song (journal entry)
You’re not unhappy, you’re tired
I’ve woke up each morning feeling increasingly tired. But instead of thinking “I’m tired”, I’ve felt unhappy. This is burnout. This is exhaustion. You can sleep each night and still feel tired. When you’re mentally, emotionally, physically, or spiritually drained, it takes more than just one or two good nights' sleep to fix it. You… Continue reading You’re not unhappy, you’re tired
S. R. Crawford 