Sunday marked the 4-year anniversary of one of the worst days of my life. It was also the full moon / lunar eclipse in Leo, which rules my 10th (career) house. As a result I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about how I want to show up in the world. I’ve been contemplating the types of the things I share on this little platform, and the things I don’t. Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I realized that, for the most part, I’ve fallen into the highlight reel trap. Aside from a few posts here and there, I mostly share inspiration and moments of happiness. While this isn’t bad necessarily, I’ve come to realize that the things I haven’t shared yet are possibly the most impactful and needed. So this year I’m taking a pledge to share more of myself, my story, and my work with the world. Starting now, with the truth about how I REALLY moved to LA. [TW] Continued in comments...
Anxiety is a constant ticking pen(yeah, I stole that line). The kid in the back of the class clicking his pen repeatedly. And you snap. You snap because you can't take it anymore. The constant sound and desperate need for attention. So, you snap at the kid. You attack him. Even though it ends up hurting yourself. The guilt takes over and your hands start shaking. You think you're fine. The kid deserved it, right? Your heart rate goes up and your vision gets blurry. Sometimes there are tears, but most of the time there's just fear. You breath. Hyperventilate. You stop breathing, start sweating. Thinking, maybe hoping you're about to die. The kid might kill you at this point. He screams at you. You feel scared and small. You crumble in pieces. Then the kid stops. It's silent again, but you lay on the floor. Extreme fatigue is taking over.
Anxiety is a constant ticking clock. Even through depression, when you are numb and all alone. It is the one thing that reminds you that you'll never be alone. You'll never be free.
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Life lesson 56: Don’t deprive yourself of what you love///Writing as always been so therapeutic for me. This last year I have completely forgotten to take the time and write. What a great release it was to sit in bed and let it all out. #writingistherapy #writing #journaling #journaleveryday
”When He Doesn’t.” -Link in bio.
They say look ahead (forward) and forget your past,
I’d say look backward at your past and learn from the mistakes you did,
Only enough to not drown in them and enough to do something constructive out of it.
Use it to be a better version of yourself and when you are ready, hop on, the future awaits.
All of the changes cannot happen in a moment, but if we try continuously it will set a pattern in our lives.
Just like a water droplet can dent a rock, if it keeps on falling for years, drop by drop.
However, pour the water in one go, it will only dampen the rock, for a while, with no prolonging effect.
Just finishing up 1st round of edits on book 4 in my series today. Whew! Off to my publisher and betas it goes!
There is something that happens deep within ones soul when their worries slowly start to melt away. This moment, this pause, this time to reflect on if this worry is really even worth your time. It is in this moment where our potential lives. Live in these moments, breathe through- even if just for a second. Eventually they’ll make up our lifetime.
I was writing some ‘Love’ themed poems last night as it’s Valentines Day soon and I thought how much writing makes me feel warm and ‘squishy’ like that falling in love feeling. Does writing make you feel certain emotions? If so, that’s the time to start writing. Grab a notebook and just write and watch as your emotions and thoughts spill out onto the page. It’s truly wonderful ❤️
Have you always dreamed of writing a novel ? Or perhaps you would love to write a non fiction book on something you are passionate about? Or are you swept away by the emotion of poetry? Perhaps you don’t know what kind of book to write but you just KNOW in your heart you have a story to tell in some form or other? So where to start? Well the Ladies Who Write will soon be launching details of an exciting new workshop that can help you move forward with your dream. Watch this space ! And in the meantime hold onto your dream and believe you WILL publish that book. ❤️
It's January and I decided it's about the time to share a bit of my own work. It's nothing big just a tiny poem about January. It's not perfect but what is it. Maybe someone will like the positivity which I'm trying to find in everything, is helping sometimes.
BTW I'm sorry for my handwriting, it's not my strongest thing.
#poetry #creativity #writingistherapy
There are moments of doubt, of fear, of anger, of jealousy, of disbelief, and the list could goes on for days. When you find yourself confused on how to act or what to do or say in these times, simply don't react at all. Don't search for the answer or try to manipulate the situation into the outcome you think it should have. Just sit, breathe, wait, and when in doubt, always always always choose love.
Moon lovers unite!!- M.Sara
People say “I never thought I’d be here,”
Doing this or that, or whatever it is
I didn’t plan this either.
I just lived my life the best I could
Handling the day-to-day
And trying to enjoy most moments.
What I do recall,
Is the second I looked at him
“This is what I don’t want.”
It rocked my world
Until I was all that was left
Standing there clutching myself.
And trying to figure out how to
And I guess I did.
Start over in some ways.
And in others,
I was merely getting back to
Who I was inside.
The girl I had left behind
When my life filled up with
All the things
That needed me first.
So, here I am.
Not asking if I ever
Thought I’d be here.
Just knowing what I don’t want
And living my best life.