Hello again, you. This is what’s up.
Yes, this is one of those “Hello, blog. It’s been a while. Sorry I haven’t written in ages,” post.
So anyway, here I am, and I want to get back on the wheel but have somehow kept myself from writing by fooling myself into believing I ought to devote any “productive” writing time, or any “productive” time in general, to pursuits like Muni or Tala Luna. Either that or I’ve just been plain lazy and uncommitted to writing something more personal or making up some excuse that I didn’t have any brilliant idea to write about.
Regardless, I just felt like I needed to write tonight.
So, what’s been up?
Coping With The Fear of Being Found Out
WARNING: This post contains a lot of disclaimers. (I guess it’s why I’ve been called “disclaimer girl” by some friends.) This also contains a relatively detailed account of how I spent my last week. So if you’d rather paint your nails or play a video game or whatever, instead of reading about what I’ve done this week, by all means, do so.
I’ve got a secret.
You may have met me through a mutual friend, or some event (yep, I attend and create a lot of them), or maybe found me somewhere online. Or maybe you’re encountering me / my writing for the first time. I’m no celebrity, for sure, but I’m a person of this modern age, connected to Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Tumblr, Google+, Pinterest (and several other social sites I must have signed up for but don’t really use anyway).
And being a person who writes articles for some websites, including her own personal (albeit somewhat sporadically updated) blog, my thoughts / activities / involvements are pretty much laid on a silver platter for your consumption (sans the copious amount of selfies, and sans of the word vomit in Viber or What’s App groups with friends that no longer find space on the internet because they’re either not too important, or I don’t make time to post about it, or well, maybe it’s classified information, and if I told you, I would have to kill you).
Letter To My 33-Year Old Self
This post is part of what I hope will be at least an annual series of letters to myself. Just because.
Read the first letter here: Letter To My 14-Year-Old Self.
Letter To My 33-Year-Old Self - February 1, 2014
(On goals, aging and loving yourself)
By this time, I hope that you’ve reached a point where you’ve fully embraced who you are, what you do, and what you want. If not, then consider this a pick-me-up or self-check to help you get back on that track! :D
Walk The Talk? or Talk To Walk?
People say that actions speak louder than words, and that to “prove one’s self” to others, perhaps we are better off just doing something as opposed to having a sort of public declaration that we will.
As in some of my previous posts though, and my exposure to Neuro-Linguistic Programming with Trainstation, I feel that it is equally important to talk or write about things and reveal them to the world rather than wait until it’s fully accomplished.
Our thoughts, our words and our actions are all linked to one another, in a sort of chicken and egg way in that our language can affect how we feel, or how we sit or stand can affect how we feel, and conversely, the way we think is also manifested in the way we speak and present ourselves.
Talk then cower? Or talk and POWER?
Got up around 6:00 a.m. today.
I stepped outside as the sun had yet to fully come out, felt the cool, morning air, saw the layer of the night’s fireworks smoke suspended in the air, and heard the tranquil silence present in the early mornings of the 1st’s of Januaries past.
I imagine there would be no better time to recall the year that has past.