Tag: Writing
Longing for me to become us
Sighing at the lights and song Weaving the world’s lights Sighing at the beautiful scenery Who will enjoy it with me? People come and people go You and I look at the far galaxy between us Flowers fall with the…
Blogging is hard.
Four weeks passed and I couldn’t land a post on my blog until today. The fact that I am seeing so many posts from other writers hitting my mailbox weekly drives my frustration further. Why can’t I just do it?…
Everything and everywhere.
I am everything and everywhere. Recently, I’ve been reflecting on my past, reviewing my present, and projecting my future. Cumulatively, it seems like I have a lot to do, but have yet to achieve any. I find myself a dreamer…
An award-winning story.
When was the last time you did something that scared you? I did it last week. The Chartered Management Institute announced that the application for Chartered Manager of the Year is now open. My first thought was to apply. Then,…
Start writing again.
Is it time for self reflection yet? Initially, I am so over about doing self-reflection. Motherhood got me stuck in a daily set of routine that I turned self-reflection into thoughts that touch and go from my mind. Honestly, I…
Writing fiasco.
With little devil in my head, these phrases: “you are not good enough“, “no one is going to read your work“, and “maybe you should just stop writing for good” constantly haunt me. So frequent that I really want to…
Hero of my blog.
Motivated by Awosika’s recent article, I can’t help but feeling guilty for not punching the damn keys frequent enough. I am with him, agree that I may be suffering from the Hemingway syndrome, someone who has an illusion that he…
Keep striving.
When we were young, parents encouraged us to take baby steps in any possible encounter. Be it to sit, to crawl, to stand, to eat, to play, or to speak – we attempted them all with courage. Parents gave us…
Post ‘likes’ are gone.
Migrating from WordPress.com to WordPress.org is more complicated than I thought. It costed me two weeks of writing downtime and even more, juggling with temporary and permanent domains, familiarising with new features and tools, and running back and forth with…
Procrastination.
Twenty four hours a day, minus eight hours of sleep and the breaks needed for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, we are constantly rushing and short of time for what we set out to do. Time is ticking, time is precious.…
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