Posted in Creative Writing, Declarations, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Potential and Worth, Power, Self-Talk

#Writeitdown Declaration to Live by and Internalize: It is My Choice

I will make decisions based on what’s best for me and who I am.

I will know myself, love myself, and not work simply to survive.

I will give myself time and be patient with my process.

I will hold my head up when my answer is no and proudly keep striving for what’s best for me.

I will work hard and keep looking.

I will know who I am in this process.

I will not live for anyone else but myself.

My mistakes will be my own and I will take responsibility for my life.

I will be great.

I know I can be great.

#livinginyour20s #earlylifedecisionmaking

Posted in Challenges, Confessions, Creations, Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Love, Potential and Worth, Power, Reflection, Self-Care, Self-Talk

Bulletin Challenge: What Do You See When You Look at Yourself?

When I look at myself, this is what I see. I see someone who is able, but troubled, someone who loves, who cares, a fighter, a creator, a writer, a empath. When I see myself, I see someone who is many things. I see someone who has the power to be someone. I see change. I see struggle. I see growth.

Look at yourself. What do you see?

Make sure to look at all parts of you. All the parts that make you someone.

Sometimes we look at ourselves and we don’t know what we see. We don’t know who we are.

Look at yourself and tell me what you see.

You are a beautiful multifaceted masterpiece. It’s not enough to look at our pain and let it define all of who we are. We have to break ourselves a part to get to every piece of jewel.

We have so much in us that we toss to the side. We must dig deep to find our drive and our will to continously know who we are.

Let’s find our light together.

Heal with me.

Comment below what you see when you look at yourself. Focus on everything (not just the good or the bad, but remember to be gentle with yourself). And as we begin to see, we begin to reflect and to grow in our self-acceptance.

Posted in Creative Writing, Power, Quotes

Scratch the Concrete with Keys 

As you walk through the slightly lit hallway with your long night gown, scratch the walls with the keys

Scratch the floors

Feel the empty space over your head where your crown used to fit

As you enter the black hole, the feeling of nothing at the end of the walk way

Kneel

Feel for the keys in your palm

Jump down into the darkness

Your crown is at the bottom of the abyss of broken beauty

Acquire your beauty and follow the scratches made from your keys.

Find your way back

You were never lost

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Self-Care, Self-Talk, SkillShare

I’m a Teacher on Skillshare!

In the past month I’ve been working hard on my first Skillshare class on becoming a creative and expressive writer!

The link below will take you to my class! You can also access this class and my future classes on the tab at the top of this blog.

Link: The Power of “l”: Learn to Write your Life, Instantly Find your Voice, and Creatively Express your Mind Daily

Posted in Creative Writing

Behind the Dark Side of a Selfie

The thing about selfies is you can get the right angel. Put the right face. Send the story you want to tell.
The thing about selfies is you can hide your pain and insecurities. You can filter out what you don’t want to see. You can convince yourself that what you hate about yourself can be taken out.
The thing about selfies is you create what you want to see. You craft the image you want others to see. You unsee the flaws and the suffering.
The thing about selfies is the life is taken out of the snapshot. Just one moment. One instance of stillness.
Selfies are our way of capturing the best light of ourselves. The selves we get excited for we capture in an instant.
When we turn the wrong direction we hate it. We delete it. We don’t want to see it. We speak I’ll of our image.
And that is who we are.
We can’t look at ourselves for long moments in the mirror, in our lives in motion, instead we would rather take a selfie.
A selfie stops time to capture the one moment we see ourselves as beautiful because otherwise that’s not who we see at all.

Posted in Confessions, Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Potential and Worth, Power

You are a Life Worth Living

I’ve been awake at night and asleep during the day.

My eyes dried with the stale realization that I don’t matter.

My voice is low with no echo and no significance. Fingers pointing at me because I’m the dramatic one.

My motivation has wasted from its high expectation.

I fall flat on my face with this realization.

I feel broken, shattering into a million pieces, so I try to grab onto the nearest person to me, but they look at me confused…uncaring…whats wrong with you?

I scream but no sounds comes out. I’m sitting alone. I’m holding my knees to my chest.

Pain.

I feel pain.

Invisible damage.

But then…

I see the sun come up.

And still I can’t see who I’m supposed to become.

My life has no meaning.

I write it down so I can see it…

You are a life worth living.

And again…

You are a life worth living.

And while I wipe the pieces of my broken self and realize it’s just shedding ashes from the volcano that just erupted inside me, I get up.

Maybe, just maybe I will begin to see that my life is necessary.

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Potential and Worth, Power, Quotes, Self-Care, Self-Talk

I am a Woman

Being a woman doesn’t make her weak or fragile and it doesn’t make her incapable of any task.

Being a woman makes her capable of whatever her body, mind, and soul allows.

Being a woman is strength. Womanhood is a warrior.

Her body is a castle, a temple, and a mansion. It has a strong foundation and can hold a strong firm family, business, or perspective in its walls.

She is also an individual with power racing through her veins.

She is a Woman who can make decisions and hold an intellectual conversation.

She is a Woman whose burdens may appear too heavy but whose shoulders grow stronger with a sound mind and kind heart.

She is a Woman who will keep going even when odds are in every direction.

She is a Woman whos beauty has transformed her into a masterpiece with her efforts alone.

She is a Woman without any validation. She is a Woman without any apologies.

She is a Woman and she will create peace in herself.

She has power to do what she likes when she likes and how she likes.

She does not owe anyone an explanation. Her words are powerful by themselves.

She is a Woman.

I am a Woman.

Posted in Confessions, Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Potential and Worth, Power, Self-Talk

I Came to Give Back Hope

I remember the time I was struck with insecurities about who I am.
How I couldn’t explain what I want to do, or who I want to be.
I remember being stuck…
Hesitating…
Putting myself down…
After I was done doing a bad job at explaining my interests, I then immediately thought, wow, that’s stupid. What you want is not a thing.
You won’t get anywhere with that. Who does that? You’ve done nothing for yourself to get the unimaginable dream you want to come true.
And as I began to crush my dreams next to tangible accomplishments of the ones around me, I began to shrink. Shrink so small that I couldn’t see myself anymore. I saw myself in the muck and oil of my current state. I began to grab my aching back and bruised arms, rub the pain from my wrist, and throw up blood from the anxiety and the depression.
Then I thought, a hope so big brings people bed ridden for dead back to life. A hope that opens closed eyes and ears. A hope of power that flows and pumps blood to my heart every time. The one time I feel a touch of happiness is when I create something.

While my suffering heart feels myself floating and dispersing into the sea of forgotten faces of capitalistic tendencies, I remember, my dreams is what brought me back to life after my soul left my body..and into an oblivion I went…drowning in fear and regret, I thought I was nothing, but my dreams made me feel something. While my body and soul unite again it’s because of my pencil and my pen.
I remember why my heart started to beat and the oxygen came back into my lungs.
I created something.
Thats what I do.
I write.
I dream.
I’m a motivator for life.
Living is my motto.

I remember I was struck with insecurities about who I am, then I thought one more time…I create to give back the life of those whos bodies have left their souls.

I came to give back hope