Gift Giving

In a treasure room, I'll find my happiness there in shape and name, in serendipity of something not wanted nor needed but found all the same. I collect those trinkets but share them instead. An ambition to spread that joy to family and friend, to see what it means to be fortunate in both our… Continue reading Gift Giving


To Sleep in Solace

A memory in distress. Being repressed by everything, it seems. A slate cleaned sometimes means doing whatever it takes to not feel anymore. But there's therapy in the truth. A little ruse to get it off your chest, leaving it, at best, an easily forgotten dream.

An Open Letter to Those I Appreciate

If you are reading this, I am thankful for you. I'm thankful that you think what I have to say is worth your time. I may not know you (in fact, most of the people who frequent this blog are complete strangers to me) but it really means a lot to me when I see… Continue reading An Open Letter to Those I Appreciate

Things of the Past

I try my best not to dwell on mistakes. To theoretically live without regret. It's sort of a recent development that I've come to let the past go and turn my attention to the present and future. I'm a happier person because of it. My stress levels are way down and I feel as if… Continue reading Things of the Past

Self-Doubt is a Bitch

Every day I wake up and say to myself, "Alright, it's time to get crackin' on chapter ___, you've been wasting a lot of time." And more often than not, I go to bed without having written a single word. Not because I don't know what to write, but because I become overcome with this… Continue reading Self-Doubt is a Bitch