I’d like to talk about your comfort zone for a moment. You know, that place where you exist but you’re not really living. You’re just floating vaguely throughout the days; accepting whatever the circumstances around you have to offer, even when it’s not really what you want. It’s so easy to get comfortable, to get used to the things and people around you, to snuggle up in your comfort zone where nothing flourishes. You’ll only find yourself standing at a standstill. Tell me, have you ever drifted mindlessly throughout the day and end up with your head on your pillow at the end of the night with thoughts of what could be starting to flood through your mind? When you know there’s something better, something more out there, but it’s not here?
Fear will cloud your mind and it’s only because it’s letting you know that something is about to change. And the only way that you can truly live is if you grow, and you can only grow if you allow yourself to change. Change isn’t always bad. You need to feel afraid and uncomfortable. You need to feel challenged. You need to be shaken up. You need to step out of your comfort zone. You need to feel like you’re stepping into dangerous territory where there is no light, because at the same time, you may be embarking on the most wonderful and rewarding experience of your entire life.
I don’t think it’s a matter of how hard I’ve worked, because I can sit here and talk about it all day, but it still doesn’t change anything. Don’t regret; I’ll work with what I have now.
November was a long month this year. It had it’s up and downs. It was a mix of all sorts of things, and it was an interesting transition into colder weather, I guess. It left me tired out, but I’ve had four days to reboot.
I think this December, I’ll be working harder than I have ever before. This is my last push, for now.
I’ll be back once the days start getting longer.
About yourself. About your life. About your thoughts. Anything. Write to express yourself.
If I could give anyone advice, it would be that.
It’s amazing how writing, even in it’s simplest, most casual forms, has come to define me, and help me. Through keeping a blog. Through keeping a journal. Through writing any short memoirs, stories, whatever. Just through this simple kind of expression, I’ve actually learned a lot about myself. Sometimes our own thoughts and feelings are hard to put into words. But try. If you try to define it, you will know it better. It will become a little more concrete, a little more real. Through writing, I’ve made myself more real. I can go back and read all those thoughts I’ve had, experience, understand, remember the same feelings I felt. Once you learn to put the intangible things into words, it’s not something you can unlearn so easily. Through it all, my thoughts, even in my head, have become a little more tangible. I feel like I can express myself a little better. I feel like I know myself a little better.
It really helps, this process of getting to know yourself. It has really helped me, at least. I’m not the most stylistically talented and God knows my grammar could use some working on, but writing, for me, at least for now, is just a vent, an opening from my mind to the outside world. Even if that world is just me, reading my own thoughts. You know? I don’t need any more style than just honesty. And it’s amazing how I’ve learned to be honest.
I don’t know, I’m happy I’ve done a good amount of personal writing up to now. It’s really helping with college app stuff, hahaha. At this point, I’m very used to writing about myself, and my life. That’s literally all I do. But anyway, I think it’s a good skill to have. To be able to express yourself in text. It’s a good first step to expressing yourself elsewhere.
So write. If you can. You’ll feel better.
You know, from time to time you hit rock bottom, but you know when things can’t get any worse they can only get better. At a continuous set of time, there’s going to be an absolute min, an absolute max. It’s weird how life does that for you. It gives and takes. You give and take. Sometimes you fuck up. You get back on your feet. Sometimes your efforts aren’t enough. You learn and move on.
And sometimes when you’re feeling helpless, someone will help you.
And I’m really indebted to all those who have helped me. All those who are willing to help. Some people don’t even know how much they have affected me… I’m so grateful for each and every one of them.
This week has been full of so many heart-squeezing moments, little lovely surprises, and just full, content, happy feelings, it hardly seems real. Just little things, really, but it’s such an uplift from last week’s terribly low moments. Life gives and takes.
i dont want the d. i want the a. i want to pass this class
Can you even describe my life better than this!?
i live a sad and repetitive life.