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Telling people to stay positive is like expecting a plant to grow without watering it.
-Illinois
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Finding Strength in Following Your Heart: A Reflection on Paulo Coelho's Wisdom
The creative journey is often filled with moments when we question our decisions and doubt our path. There may be times when we feel overwhelmed, exhausted, and even lost. It is especially true when we follow our hearts, chase our dreams, and take risks to pursue our passions. In these moments, it is easy to feel like giving up and wondering if we are making the right choices.
Feeling…
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Mood ring
Her mother gave her daughter a mood ring in the shapes of little leaves that change colors from green to blue and yellow to pink. Her mother did not know that the adult daughter wanted a mood ring. She wanted a mood ring not to decipher her mood but to see the colors of her body change. This woman child moved from indoors with windows open to outdoors in the high mountains to the deep dungeons of the offices where she worked back outdoors to walk home and sleep in a warm bed.
When she was fifteen, her mother couldn’t give her a quinceañera so instead her mother bought a gold chain with the daughter's initials studded with diamonds and the daughter was surprised and did not want the gold and the diamonds so the chain went into the family safe never to be seen again. When she was 21, her mother gave her a gold bracelet and the daughter loved it and tried it on and then put it back in the case for fear of losing it and the mother took the case and put it back in the family safe. The mother kept giving the daughter gold that the daughter looked at once then ended up in the safe. After the daughter moved away, the mother stopped giving her gold.
Her mother bought the ring in the shape of little leaves on a road trip so the leaves are actually maple leaves but so small that it is impossible to tell. Her mother just had a feeling she said. Buy it. She remembered that the daughter wore a mood ring the size of a scarab beetle when she was ten. The gold paint wore off and the brass turned her finger green.
The daughter took the mood ring, made of little leaves, and put it on her index finger and hugged her mother who could see the leaves changing colors.
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Daily Wondering
Daily habits make for a better writer and/or person.
When writing about your life or about, well anything, it is important to remember your foundations. That which makes us, we. Humans are individual people—with individual needs and desires. By allowing ourselves to enjoy what we do in life, we allow ourselves to have room for growth.
When someone is upset about something, they may continue to stay upset about that one thing for a long time. It may go on a for a couple of hours, a couple of days, or several years. As soon as that feeling of upset or anger reached our hearts, it took more place than it needed. Anger and lust stem from desire, and so too does most anything that create negative space in our souls.
It is absolutely not a bad thing to have wants and desires—but when these things get in the way of our mental health—are they not addictions? Are they not cravings and desires for things we may not exactly need? Are we able to separate wants from needs? Lust from pleasure? Are we capable of handling the things life throws at us? Or will we become angry when one thing does not go our way?
This is why it is so important to spend time wisely. We do not have to do anything that anyone wants. We are free to think and go and do as we please. When we give into our own desires with no restraint, we create a vacuum in our souls. That vacuum—that negative space—feeds the anger and frustrations in our souls. When looking at life, full with the things you need and ripe with the things we actually want—one can almost feel peace.
Is that true peace? Or is it still secretly fueled by some internal or material gain? Prosperity should not come at the expense of one’s happiness—but instead at the expense of one’s labors spiritually and physically. Prosperity should come from things that bring joy and comfort; from things that we know.
It is okay to learn—to consume—even to be angry. But, are we doing this simply from malice or is there a goodness behind our intentions? Is this feeling of ill we have aimed at ourselves—or aimed at how someone treated us? What can we do to keep the world around us, and the world as a whole, at balance? What do we have to show ourselves, not the world, that we have done all we can do in our own life? Will we live life in an internal squalor or will we see past the illusions of man and be prosperous in soul and soon, all else?
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#9: Opprobrium
“You can’t possibly want to go ahead with this!” Jo whirled around, baring teeth, spittle flying. “We both know what awaits them if they insist.”
Undeterred, Director Win continued penning his letter. “And pray tell, what would you have me do?”
“There was opprobrium when we raised the suggestion to sit and wait.”
Jo sputtered, “That was before we had new information about the dangers if we leave this circle!”
He stomps over angrily and slams both hands on the table, “And you were the one who weren’t allowing us to publish those results!”
Sighing heavily, Director Win pushed his glasses up and drawled, “If we published them without easing them in, we will have a panic situation on our hands.”
He continued, “Before you forget, the previous one didn’t end well.”
A growl filled the air, frustration bleeding into every inch of the person. “I understand but can’t you just grow a spine and prevent them from marching to their deaths!”
Snarling, Director Win stood up quickly, “Don’t forget who you are talking to! I’m nothing but a figurehead, I don’t have any power!”
“Wha-?” Jo’s confused words got interrupted.
Director Win pushed his chair back recklessly, heedless that it toppled. He started pacing, “Hah! You came to me thinking that I can stop this chant for progress?”
He turned around, sneering, “You would have an easier time stopping the ocean.”
What It Means
Opprobrium refers to very strong disapproval or criticism of a person or thing especially by a large number of people.
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A Little Update
The last few prompts have been kind of bleh to be honest. Changing a law (I cannot pick just one), a dream house (which would be a Victorian style home with some medieval cottage decor and Gothic accents, in the woods), and something about great news- I don’t know what kind of great news I’d ever get. The best would be winning a great sum of money so that I can pay off all debts, help my family…
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The Power of Micro-Habits: Boosting Writing Productivity
In the quest for writing productivity, big changes often start small. Enter the world of micro-habits — tiny, yet transformative actions that can have a colossal impact on your writing journey. Join me as we unravel the concept of micro-habits and discover how incorporating these small, consistent practices can become the secret sauce to supercharging your writing productivity. It’s time to…
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Today I thought about hanging myself
I think I’ve begun to resent him
I think it hurts so much
That now thinking about how I will have to dim light for his
Makes me want to hurt myself
It’s interesting how love can lift you up
And also break your soul
All you tried do
Was be more than a hole
But even after 7 years
His side comments can cut you to tears
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Warm me up
fly me to the sun, burn me up
I wanna feel the warmth sink in
fly me to the sun, burn me up
I wanna feel you on my skin
I’ve been cold for many years now
waiting for someone to show me how
i wanna feel the warmth sink in
pull me close, show me the ropes
yearning for love to begin
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I’m always wearing dingy T -shirts that have been reused many times. I feel like I’m living in the armpits of my grandfathers sweat.
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Thinking about having not much to say and how that doesn't mean I don't have many thoughts swirling in my head. It only means that they're not ready to come out yet. That should be okay, and it is okay. I haven't written a bit of poetry in a while, and that's okay. I don't always need to be producing. It's a capitalist idea turned insecurity turned anxiety that if I'm not able to always produce, that means there must be something lacking in my ability or myself. In that idea there is no room left for rest, for living and seeing others truly in the moment without a part of you sifting in real-time content, for breathing.
I'm always moving and yet I often feel so still in the worst way. When I am truly still, I am calm and I am thankful to have stopped for a moment. Those moments are are good, not bad. It's good to be still, to stop and take care of your balance.
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The Mystery of The Hole
On Friday, a Post-It appeared on the wall by the office break room. The bright, deep orange Post-it could not to be missed by anyone walking by. In neat, bubbly handwriting, with title case and punctuated with a period, was written in black ink, “The Hole.” The Post-it was slapped to the wall at such a height that one could easily crouch down to peer under the Post-it. A student intern could be on her way to get some tea and catch a team leader crouching in front of a blank wall next to the recycling bin just investigating the wall. There was no hole, you see. And several team members would walk by and crouch and walk into the break room looking for the hole where the Post-it should sit as a warning to where the hole might be. The tea kettle, perhaps. In the sink. In the floor? There is no hole, the admins whispered to each other.
On Monday, at the end of the staff meeting, the leads warned of glass coming into the lobby. A rock had been thrown into the window. There is a hole, announced the admins.
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