Thoughtful and Quirky Writer

 I had a hard time coming up with this weeks topic. I just wasn’t coming up with any ideas. And then this morning I realized I had in fact already found a topic without knowing it. It can be a challenge at times to come up with new ideas for whatever you are working on. There are, however, some pointers you can use to help. 1) Don’t Force It  Sometimes our brain just needs a break. No matter what you do, when your brain is fried you are not going to be able to think of anything. So instead of forcing it into overdrive, walk away for a bit. Sometimes the best thing to restart your creativity is to revisit it later. 2) Take Time By Yourself  Don’t get me wrong, talking with others can help too, but sometimes being around other people and sounds are too distracting. Sitting out on the porch with some coffee or tea, doing some yoga, or even having a night of self-care alone, will not only be relaxing but can help get the thinking process going. 3) Keep A Notebo...

 Last night I was thinking about the past year, and how God has presented himself in my life. I can so clearly pinpoint moments where I knew God was there with me. Now I never had one of those huge, over the top awe-inspiring moments, that some people talk about. I’m not saying those moments haven’t happened for some people, and it’s good that they have had them. However, my realization moments have been small, but just as meaningful.  I remember once I was out shopping with one of my friends, and my phone started going ballistic. I started freaking out because I was supposed to text my dad our location after he got done grocery shopping at the store across the highway, but my phone was not working and my friend did not have hers. My friend told me to relax and it would be fine, after all, he was only just across the street. I couldn’t relax though, in fact, I got even more worried. My friend went into the dressing room and I was waiting outside, desperately trying to ge...

  Hey guys, I’m back. Today I just wanted to write and be real about the past few months. My grandmother was diagnosed with liver cirrhosis November of last year. Being a diabetic, the doctor said she wasn’t eligible for a replacement liver. A month later she was moved into my house on palliative care. I started to get bad anxiety and panic attacks. I had no motivation. I found myself slipping out of touch with everybody.  The worst part was the things I dreamt of accomplishing, seemed unreachable to me. I auditioned for two different plays and each time I was a shaking mess because of my anxiety. I just kept doubting myself. I wasn’t good enough to achieve my goals. At least that’s what the voice in the back of my head was saying. I would write poetry some nights to cope, but I felt empty. And then I got sick.  It started as a small cold. My immune system, however, was completely shot, and couldn’t fight off the other germs in the area. So when one sickness ...