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)
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There’s more to you than you think
Sometimes we don’t realise how deep our personality and interests go. Just as a fun exercise, I have written the things I like/about me down below. If you’re nosy, have a nose! But I encourage you to do the same when you feel a little disconnected from yourself. Remind yourself who you are and how… Continue reading There’s more to you than you think
I want stories to tell
I realised today that I am not a writer. Yes, I write. Yes, I can write well at times. But I am not a writer. A writer, to me, sounds like someone who is an expert; or enjoys it; or is well-practiced in the wielding of words. Words are their tools. They’re a wordsmith. Maybe… Continue reading I want stories to tell
Self Care September Ideas
I am trying to get ahead of the summer's end blues and Seasonal Affected Disorder that I sometimes wrestle with come Autumn/Winter time. Therefore, I'm having a "Self-Care September". This will help to refill my cup ready for October when my final year of university begins, as well as be gentle with myself while I'm… Continue reading Self Care September Ideas
Careful with complacency and fixed ideas
I’m re-realising that I need to be careful with the stories I tell myself about myself, other people, life, and the world. This narrative I’m creating about who I am and what I want. The lies. The fears that speak so confidently that I think they’re true. That I’m a weak person. I can't handle… Continue reading Careful with complacency and fixed ideas
‘I Think, Perhaps’ (a short story)
By S. R. Crawford Attending your own funeral is not only allowed but encouraged. Best to accept one’s death in witnessing those who have come to mourn you. Of course, you mourn yourself, too. All the things you weren’t. All the things you’ll never be, now. I thought too much. I wished with all my… Continue reading ‘I Think, Perhaps’ (a short story)
A Writer Be (poem)
Who are you If you can’t stitch sentences slowly With real intention and wonder? A world rife with the unfair and cruel Become words on my page. Awakened and raw They hold everything And nothing. Maybe my wants are too cruel, too Because how can I capture A memory? A place? A person? Isn’t it… Continue reading A Writer Be (poem)
Mommy’s little girl (poem)
Mommy’s little girl Stands silently aside Never fussing or fretting Hides what’s inside. Mommy’s little girl Has a voice unheard Whispering. Screaming. A fiery bird. Mommy’s little girl Doesn’t know who she is This Phoenix of power That comes from within. Mommy’s little girl Has a story to tell But mommy is speaking And we… Continue reading Mommy’s little girl (poem)
Anxiety update
I thought I’d feel different. I said to my sister not long before my wedding day that I felt like once the wedding was done, I’d feel euphoric. All anxiety would slip away. That I’d have done the “hardest thing I’ve ever had to do” and so I’d feel invincible. Makes some sense, right? Overcome… Continue reading Anxiety update
I married my best friend!
We did it. On Saturday, we finally did it. The day has come and gone by so quickly. I won't go into the intimate details of our day, as it's private and for our closest people to share with us only. But it was magical. Everyone says that their wedding day was the best day… Continue reading I married my best friend!
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