It’s sad that I find it so hard to rest and do very little. Yesterday was my least productive day of the holiday. I wrote my daily post, finished the book I was reading, walked the dog, watched tv while journaling and doing a tarot reading (I dabble for fun), did some yoga, then finally… Continue reading The ever-productive problem
Tag: self awareness
The cursor and I
Blinking cursor, waiting impatiently. Write something. Anything. Come on! Straight black line, standing sentinel, an old friend. We’ve danced this tango so many times before. You know me and I know you. You know it takes me a minute, but I always get there. Have I ever let you down? Let myself down? Sure. Nearly… Continue reading The cursor and I
Our misconceptions about summer
Ah summer, the endlessly long days of sunshine and energy. Everyone wants to do things and be outside and socialise and take the world by storm. We come out of our winter slumber, ready to hit the road running. Except, summer isn’t perfect. If you live in places like the UK, you probably didn’t even… Continue reading Our misconceptions about summer
There is no big revelation: you just need to rest
Sometimes, the right thing was staring you in the face the whole time. We want something else to work so badly that we miss what was already right there in front of us. People too busy chasing the super hot guy, miss the loveable best friend character right beside them. People chasing millions and fame,… Continue reading There is no big revelation: you just need to rest
How to exorcise the demon Fear
Some wear their fears on their sleeve. We see their sweaty palms, pale faces, chatting teeth, rigid frame. Some are attacked in silence every day. Every night. Never free. Fear is tricky. On the one hand, it’s our friend m, right. It keeps us safe from danger. Reminds us what’s at stake. But more often… Continue reading How to exorcise the demon Fear
Gratitude for a slow Sunday morning
I didn’t sleep well. Therefore, I let myself sleep in so I had at least a few hours’ sleep, but getting up at 9am feels late to me. I immediately felt regret and upset. Like a day wasted. But that’s not fair to myself at all. So let’s correct that negative energy with some gratitude…… Continue reading Gratitude for a slow Sunday morning
A life in books
I love watching the bookmark slowly progress deeper into the book. Turning page after page feels like I’m doing something right. Something that was meant for me. It’s a similar feeling when I’m writing. I love watching the word count climb higher and higher. The satisfaction of hitting milestone numbers: 5,000, 10,000, 15,000, 20,000… It… Continue reading A life in books
Weathering the storm
When the wind lashes at the trees it sounds like rain. Close your eyes and there’s a whole storm out there. That’s what it’s like inside my mind. The reality is just a bit of wind blowing the trees, but my mind convinces me that it’s an horrendous storm that I can’t weather. Opening the… Continue reading Weathering the storm
Why I need to lean into my weird
I want to live an unconventional life. Maybe “want” isn’t the right word but I’m drawn to one. I’ve accidentally already been unconventional. That’s the word my mom has used. I took an unconventional path for my university degree by dropping out of traditional university twice, then starting an Open University degree aged 24 and… Continue reading Why I need to lean into my weird
Racing, racing, racing
I’m panting, breathless. My legs hurt from this race that will never end. I hopped into your lane at some point; when was that? But you’re too far ahead to see. I’m sure you lapped me when I wasn’t looking. Maybe when I was crying about my failures. Maybe when I was napping in a… Continue reading Racing, racing, racing
S. R. Crawford 