Small Victories

In life, there are many times in which we can celebrate ourselves, or the accomplishments of others. There are some who believe that it’s only when we’ve “made it” that it should be a time for marking the achievements that follow. However, it takes time and effort to reach that point. It also takes a mountain of small victories to be able to launch an avalanche. So, why not start early?

No, this isn’t a post in favor of participation trophies, because I can already hear the grousing from those trouble makers in the back. You know who you are, so just please kindly slink away back to the dredges of society where you came from. Your negativity is not wanted here. Now, that we’ve got that covered, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Making it a point to commend yourself or others for a job well done, at certain stages, is important. It creates a habit, and habits once they are started, are very hard to break. So, rather than reminding yourself of all of your shortcomings, how about celebrating for the things that really matter?

For me, personally, some days it’s simply getting out of bed. With anxiety and depression permanently poisoning my brain on an almost constant basis, it takes effort some days to merely do that. To those who do not suffer from either of those, you cannot even imagine the pain it takes to fight against the voices in your head telling you that you aren’t good enough, and that you probably never will be. From my experience, celebrating my accomplishments, even just by myself, has helped combat my mental illness immensely.

So, I am in favor of building others up, mental illness or not, because at some point there will be someone who wishes to knock you down. How far you fall may not wholly be determined by you, but how you deal in the after math can be changed by a kind word, or a sincere compliment even. I know this all too well, because it is an almost daily cycle of picking myself up again after I’ve mentally fallen. Some days, it’s harder than others, admittedly. But, the fact that I am sitting here writing this post is proof enough that I’ve been doing something right, even after all that I’ve been through. Take that for what it’s worth.

XOXO

 

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Of Returning and the Road Ahead

 

Current Time- 7:39 P.M.

Current Mood- Slightly frustrated, but determined.

Caffeine Level- Extremely low. I’m not quite sure that I can function much longer without my socially acceptable addiction.

Words Written in the Past 48 Hours- Less than 2,000. It’s pitiful, really.

So, it’s been an awful long time since I’ve logged into this blog. I feel like the last year or so has been more draining and hectic than a few others, but thankfully I survived the storm. In the time that I’ve been gone, a lot of stuff has gone on in my personal life. I’ve been working hard, as well as hardly working.

I managed to snag a job last year, in my dire time of need. I had a good run there, but some good things must come to an end. I’ve written more fanfiction, as well as sections of novels I hope to one day publish. Babies have been born, nuptials have occurred, and my little family of three has grown older. Life has continued on, with me tagging along for the ride.

Now, I’m back. I have no plans of going anywhere this time, as I crack down on myself, in an effort to progress further in my nearly non existent professional writing career. I should have done this ages ago, but the important point to remember is that I am now.

Next month is Camp NaNoWriMo, and it is my hope that I will be able to write at least 40,000 solid words on my first novel. It’s a fantasy, and something that I have been planning for ten years. The series it belongs to, I have, anyways. The actual book was tacked onto the whole series two months ago, but it is actually essential to the rest of the novels which will follow. Ah, the life of a writer.

In my quest to become a published author, I will sing and bitch about it all here accordingly, depending on where I’m at in the process of which work. Maybe one day, someone will realize how brilliant I am, and simply offer me a book contract on the spot. HAH! Now that’s just wishful thinking. However, I’ll still hold out hope.

Until next time, may your coffee be flowing, and your sleep adequate.

The Socially Awkward Writer Seeks Employment

Current Time- 12:02 a.m.

Current Mood- Relatively calm, while mildly anxious

Caffeine Level- Moderately low, after a wonderful high.

Words Written in the Past 48 Hours- Around 3,000 at the very least.

Life, it seems, really is filled with bends and twists. My better half is no longer employed, therefore I am venturing out into the world to find a means of acquiring funds. The difficulty with this journey is that I am wholeheartedly a socially awkward nerd. Does social anxiety count as a marketable skill? One could wish so, I suppose.

Just as with writing and blogging, I somehow must convince these managers that I am worth their time and fit to become their employee. While I’m altogether a fairly likable person as a whole, add in social anxiety and a whole host of other mental problems stemming from life events and uncontrollable DNA, and here I am wondering myself if I am legitimately the person for the job. Nevertheless, as a Slytherin, I hope I am able to carefully conceal all of this to reenter the grueling world that is retail. Wish me luck!

Writer Meets Life

Time: 9:19 a.m.

Mood: Hungry

Caffeine Level: Dangerously Low

Words Written Today: Nada

I’ve come to the conclusion that to make it anywhere in life, sometimes the best course to take is beginning anew. It may not always be easy, but if anyone works hard to reach their goals, it will be damn sure worth it. As J.K. Rowling once said, “Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life,”Β Due to may different factors, here I am, at this point.

As a fledgling writer, with big dreams and even bigger bills to pay, I work a day job. One day I hope to make enough money where I can simply be at home with my family writing, not having to worry about whether or not the next customer will be the person to finally drive me over the edge. If you can’t tell by the previous statement that I work retail, maybe the varieties of alcohol in my fridge will convince you. Of course, the point at which I no longer have to work underpaid remains a long ways off, if ever.

Meandering through life, I have found that blogging about it makes it infinitely better. So, if you like me enjoy writing or listening to the ramblings of a twenty something born again blogger, stop on by. I promise a healthy balance between sanity, and my attempted disaster at cooking the Thanksgiving turkey for the second year of my marriage. We are given one life, and I intend to live it, pen at the ready.