Get Those Creative Juices Flowing!
I have been writing for the majority of my existence. I find that writing is relaxing, and it’s a great way to express emotions. I started writing because of the strange dreams I have during the night, and it made me want to turn them into stories. Dream journals just weren't enough because I need an ending to the dream so I figured that I could create my own ending since the dream originally started in my own head. Writing became my way to organize my thoughts into wild stor
No Shame
Recently, on social media I have seen quite a few people talking about going back to school after taking a hiatus. They needed a break from school maybe after high school, or they tried a year of college and something didn't work out causing them to take a step back. Even my dad told me that he is going back to school, after years of not being in school, to work towards his Bachelor's Degree which I support fully. I wanted to talk about how there is no shame in going back to
Back Into the Working World
Those of you who have been reading my blog posts have probably read the one I wrote about being jobless and laid off. I did receive unemployment from the layoff, but I didn't receive as much as I thought I would because a power plant closed down the same time that I lost my job. That meant that there were many of us who were applying for unemployment all at once so I believe they had to hand out money accordingly, and I was at the bottom of the stack. I spent everyday applyin
Happiness Isn't Size Specific
I have struggled with my weight for a good part of my life. I started off as a skinny child, but once puberty hit I started noticing that I was gaining weight. I remember in high school, I always thought I was fat because there was always someone much smaller than I was. I had a small waist, but my hips, thighs, and butt were mostly bigger than other girls. People made fun of me for being more curvy than they were. For the first part of high school, I was living in Italy and
Rough Beginnings
It's Poetry Friday! This poem was written in high school, which is when I did a lot of poetry writing, but this poem was written about a friends family life. She confided in me about her home life, and those stories produced this poem. Tell me what you think! It's so empty in here she feels so alone She doesn't feel safe, not even in her own home Her mother is a monster, her father is a lie Once when she was little she just hoped they would die Sitting in her room she likes
