Hey guys! I am back from my one-month hiatus and trust me I’ve missed this so much! I couldn’t completely stay away though so I have a bunch of posts piled up in my drafts. I can’t wait to start editing and get into all the stuff I’ve been sitting on for weeks, a lot can change in one month. Now, this cute little intro was fun and all but back to the topic at hand. Happy reading folks.
“To fall in love with yourself is the first secret to happiness.” -Robert Morley.
Around this time last year, I wanted desperately to be a writer. To write about things around me, about me, things that haunted me, things that excited me, things that helped me escape from reality. I wanted to write it all. I wanted the title, ‘writer.’ It didn’t matter that I had written and completed 3 novels already, or that I was really good at editing/proofreading my friends’ papers, or that I had written numerous short stories or that I finally got into the professional writing program in uni. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.
There is always this nagging voice in our heads that tells us, you’ll be better if you are this or that, or if you have more of this or if you have that person and, that’s awesome! It’s what allows us to evolve; the need to grow, the need to unpause, the need to live. It becomes a problem though when we begin to quantify our lives and our self-worth based on it. For instance, “I’ll be a better person when I’m skinnier (or curvier or thicker or have a flat stomach)”. “I’ll be a better wife/husband/sister/brother/friend, I’ll be a better me if I have this person in my life,” “if I get that job,” “if I have more followers or likes on social media,” and so on. Continue reading