Well, August is sprinting to the half-way mark and I’m still at the start-line tying my shoe laces. This month began with many epiphanies and hearing Continue reading
“So what is it that you want to do?” That’s the biggest question of 2019 for graduating seniors, isn’t it?
I started this blog 2 years ago, almost 3? My intention was to write my thoughts, plans, and activities leading up to Continue reading
As a very introverted, anti-social woman, I have no problem admitting that I don’t enjoy social media. My reasoning is what you’d expect from someone like me. I am easily exhausted by human interaction, anxious, and sometimes prone to irritation. Social media can be a great tool for connecting or re-connecting with people, building a business, and even befriending new people with similar interests. However, social media can also be a war zone. People spew hate-speech, publicly (virtually) crucify people for their mistakes, and cyber-bully the innocent. Today, it is my personal preference to Continue reading
There are people who read my blog and that’s something that I can hardly fathom. Between a lack of confidence and a serious case of impostor syndrome, I never felt that I could create anything that would be of value to anyone else. Despite having so many reasons to believe otherwise, I still struggle to wrap my mind around someone thinking a creation of mine is worth their time.
But this is not a post about my struggles with anxiety and identity. This is simply a post to say thank you. Thank you to everyone who has read even one of my posts. Thank you to those who’ve subscribed to my blog. Thank you to each and every commentor. Thank you to everyone who’s written to me to personally let me know that they enjoy my content. I’ve contemplated giving up this blog so many times and I’m glad I’ve decided to stick around. I look forward to continuing to write and share my little 2 cents on life.
It’s really easy for me to tell someone that I “couldn’t care less” about whatever their problem is- especially when they’ve got a problem with me. It’s even easier for me to brag to other people about how resilient and “thick-skinned” I am. Yet, my anxiety at its core has always been the exact opposite. I’m like a fruit or vegetable with a hard outer shell, but the inside is as mushy as melted ice-cream. Anxiety makes me vulnerable. It whispers into my ear that something is wrong and someone is out to get me. However, in my recent quest to overcome anxiety once and for all, I’ve learned a weapon that can be used against it- the art of not giving a single damn. Continue reading