Friday, March 5, 2021

A Fountain Pen Love Story

I was sixteen when I received my first fountain pen, it was an orange Sheaffer VFM with a medium nib. My younger brother was thoughtful enough to convince my mom to get it for my sixteenth birthday since he noticed I was consuming a lot of Goulet Pen videos. What intrigued me about the writing tool was how historic and classic it looked, and how it is an experience in itself to write with. 


After being presented with the Sheaffer, I was not able to acquire more fountain pens during this time, much to my dismay. However, now that I earn my keep, and think I deserve the world, I decided to add to my collection, little by little. And so the love story began. 

There are only a few stores online, and in-person, that sold these magnificent writing tools. Luckily, the power of social media helped me decipher which establishments were reliable sources. I quickly came to realize that owning a wide array of beautifully crafted fountains would cost me a fortune! It was hard to stomach, but at this moment, I realized that I had to make sure I was invested if I was going to do this seriously (and I mean, go for the big boys). So I started my very humble collection. 


In came the Platinum Preppy (0.3 nibs) and the Jinhao 992 (medium nib); both pens purchased from an e-commerce platform popular here in the Philippines. At this point, I had not introduced the possibilities of bottles of ink because, well, to be frank with you, there are so many colours to choose from! My focus was determining if this was something I can commit to. Alas! It was like reuniting with an old friend; I fell right back in love with writing and fountain pens. 


With the success of this experiment, and having discovered the fountain pen community on Youtube and Facebook, I was hooked. I thought I had been done and would be satisfied with the three pens I already owned, but influences in the community introduced me to finer pens and in developing my own preference for nibs. In short, I simply had to try more to figure that out. 


Then the pandemic rolled in. Months after the start of quarantine, I was not having the funniest of times. I had fallen back into my hobbies, slowly, but I needed a pick me up. I thought, "Why not add to my collection?" This time, it felt justified for sourcing and acquiring a new pen because (1) we were surviving a pandemic and (2) I had hit a milestone in my life. This is the time when the Pilot Prera with a Fine nib, and another bottle of ink (J. Herbin Vert de Gris), came into my life. The pen was still plastic and considered to be a beginner's purchase, but it felt more luxurious compared to my Platinum Preppy and Jinhao 992. 


The Prera is a joy to write with; actually, all of them are a joy to write with depending on my mood, the size of the nib I wanted, the colour. I really enjoyed this pen in particular because of its Fine nib. Having a fine nib means less ink is deposited onto the paper, which means faster drying time; really helps if you're left-handed like me! 


The next pen on the roster is the Platinum Plaisir (0.3 nib). This unexpectedly came into my life. My friend, who is a fellow fountain pen geek, and one who has been using it to take notes in college, gifted this pen to me! So it is quite special. I was very touched since this is a thoughtful gift and one that I will for sure use for a long time. I've been trying to see how different it is from the Platinum Preppy, but the difference is negligible. I do enjoy the orange body, though! 


After a while, I decided to get one more higher-end beginner pen, the TWSBI Go with an Extra-Fine nib. This one is a piston-type filler, meaning I didn't have to use a syringe to put ink inside the reservoir, which is a whole different experience compared to my other pens. Although it's an extra-fine nib, it writes a fatter line compared to my Pilot Prera. With this, I quickly learned that different brands carry different nibs; just like when you're trying on jeans, it's a different experience in each store. 


Choosing my next pen is nothing short of non-systematic. My first consideration is the price, of course. Can I afford this pen? Is the price justifiable? My second consideration is the reviews I watch of the people who have used the pen in the community. I really love how there are many resources and fountain pen connoisseurs who can talk about a singular thing for a long time. Not only is it entertaining and enticing, but it is also very educational on the different functions and history of this magnificent writing tool.


I think I'm in it for the long haul. I treasure my pens right now and I am so grateful for them because it inspires me to pick up my notebook and write down my thoughts. I also love the endless combinations of inks and pens it can offer! For now, though, I think it'll be another while until I get a new pen I want to be more intentional this time around, and to purchase one on another level. It was a true journey to get back and be immersed in this hobby, but I am grateful because it brings me joy and excitement. 


Until next time, 

- S. 


Saturday, November 21, 2020

You're not how I was expecting!

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- November 20, 2020 -


Today was my first day at the office; a new venue to call my second home and one that has remained an empty shell in the span of eight months that the company has decided to work fully remote. In some way, it was monumental because it was also an opportunity to meet the team that I have been having conversations, meetings, and syncs with on zoom and google hangouts. It was a day I had anticipated, a planned event (with a purpose!) that ended up being a really memorable one. 


The journey to the new office alone was a first. I was taking roads I only knew leisurely, having gone on weekends with family way back when we were allowed to, and one that I wasn't too familiar with. I wanted to take my time and learn the route in case I would be needing to go time and again in the future. Usually, I would commute, take the bus and walk a bit, but this time my mode of transportation was by car; to say that I feel like a grown, independent woman taking herself out to go to work is something I cannot fathom. Nowadays taking myself to work means waking up early to travel to the kitchen before 'going to work' on my desk in my room. 


Meeting my colleagues for the first time was exciting! We were all curious to know how we physically looked - I know, looks aren't everything, but you can't really get a sense of the whole person if you don't see them. Take penpals for example, or couples who met online and meet for the first time, they get shocked, sometimes taken aback that the person before them is somewhat different from the person they have painted in their mind. All of them were familiar with each other, I was the only person in the team they hadn't met yet, so their interests were definitely piqued when it came to meet me. 


Meeting people in person (in general) is pertinent to getting the whole picture - it's like I had a conundrum and a deeper understanding of who they are based on how I previously interacted with them. Now we have a shared experience. 


On top of that, interactions felt more natural since we didn't have to project so much, as you usually do over zoom meetings and google hangouts. It was much easier to connect with and actually feel their presence, sharing energies with them. I think the day passed by quickly because I had that energy to bounce off of, something that wasn't my own. Humans are, indeed, social animals and can only survive alone for so long. Interactions and connecting are what built civilizations and seeing that grow and blossom truly energizes me, albeit I'm not the most energetic person in the room. 


Being in a different space, driving to and fro, and having people around is definitely a change, and I can't imagine having to re-learn how to socialize after this pandemic is deemed truly 'over'. As energizing as it is, it's also very tiring because I'm just not used to having that energy around. But if I were to compare working remotely vs. co-working with a small group of people, I would take the latter. At the end of the day, I felt productive and affirmed, like the day counted and like it was toward something bigger rather than what needs to get done just for that day. 


Today I learned how as much as we live inside our heads, having people around minimizes that inner dialogue and places that internal energy elsewhere. I also learned how people's perceptions of you are not fully formed until you meet in person. I was asked this interesting question, "Now that you've met everyone, have any of your first impressions been debunked?" Might be something worth keeping in mind if you were to meet someone new during this season. 


- S. 

Saturday, November 7, 2020

"anyone can be a writer"



Every time I share ideas that boil inside my head with friends, they are always so encouraging. 

That's a brilliant idea! You should totally go for it.

That has a nice ring to it, why the heck not? 

You don't have to be good at it, just try it out!  


Not once did I hear them tell me that my ideas were garbage and don't deserve to be known in the world. For that I am grateful. However, my mind tells me a different story. 

Throughout the workweek, I get spikes of energy where ideas just pop out of nowhere and I have the sudden urge to go and do it. Upon realizing that I'm going to go and do something, something holds me back and thoughts of self-doubt and worry settle in, along with a myriad of thoughts and feelings that tell me it's not going to go far, that it's just going to be a one-time thing, and it's going to fizzle out -- why bother trying? When I find myself in this state, the creativity train comes to a jarring halt and that feeling of being inspired and wanting to do something creative washes away.

I thought to myself, I can't possibly move forward if I keep listening to irrational thinking. It's time to stand up for myself TO myself. They don't lie when they say "your self is your worst critic" - or something along those lines. Maybe I should listen and trust myself (and the encouraging words shared by friends) that I CAN. (AND YOU CAN.)

One friend, in particular, an avid Murakami fan, anecdotally told me that he didn't start as a writer. He just decided one day that he was going to write and that was it. The start of his journey to be a world-renowned, author that is so good with his craft.

Now, I'm not saying that I am going to be the next Murakami, oh no, but the moral of the story is that we just have to TRY. Just try, think nothing of it, and keep working on the craft(s) that you have laid out for yourself. 

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Here is a list of things that I WANT to do, but have not had the courage to do: 
- Painting 
- Writing a blogpost
- Sharing more on my blog Instagram
- Starting a podcast
- Having more meaningful conversations

So, if you need encouragement to go do the thing you've been putting off, here it is:

It doesn't have to be perfect when you try. You're doing this for yourself, and if it's something that is going to make you happy and feel accomplished, go for it. Don't push that feeling an arm's length away because you will get used to it and in the end not come up with something. Focus on the progress, not the final product every time you try. 

Let's all take the baby steps we need. We just need to start.  


- S.


Saturday, October 31, 2020

Boo! Happy Halloween.
It's me, back from the dead.



As per usual, it's difficult for me to start. Writing a blogpost feels so foreign to me; the last one having been months ago now, probably four months in since the pandemic started. It is now month eight of quarantine in the Philippines, and things still remain the same in the outside world. Personally, though, there have been changes. Positive ones, I promise you - changes that are good for my mental health and overall wellbeing. 


Remember all those months ago when I was so stressed out about not having the next step lined up? I had surrendered my willpower up in the air, and during that time, an opportunity landed on my lap. Just like that; like the divine universe said, "Alright, it's about time you stopped fighting me. Here is your reward." The process was swift, and I think I'm still warming up to it. 
You guessed it right, folks! I am now employed, with a few realizations:

  • New things - whether they be material or immaterial -  do not equate to happiness. If you happen to stumble on this blog post,  you heard it here and this is your sign. It is important for you to root your contentment in the present moment rather than be constantly seeking or you'll never be happy. 
  • Changes, big or small, are still significant. Kindly acknowledge yourself for riding the wave of life, and adjusting to your environment, and allow yourself the time to settle in. Don't rush yourself. 
  • Quit having a pity party. You're allowed to be happy for yourself, for all the achievements you've acquired, and for having made it this far in life. Your ancestors are right behind you, cheering you on. They evolved and passed their genes onto you for this very reason. You are a survivor, but it's time to start living. 
  • New scenery, means new challenges, and you have to allow that energy to pass through you. Don't block it, it's not going to help you grow. The fact that you're uncomfortable means that you are growing; take that as a good omen. 
  • Feel your feels. Be vulnerable. Being strong doesn't mean you have everything under control all the time. Sometimes you're meant to fall down in order for you to get back up again. It's a process, heck that's the secret to life: It's a process, and remind yourself that You're worth it. You're good enough.

As the season changes, so you must with it. I've been hung up on a lot of things, and I think having realized that during quarantine drove me to oblivion. There was a particularly rough patch where sadness loomed over my head like no other. It was a feeling that couldn't be shaken off so easily. Trust me, I tried, and it just dug me a deeper grave. That was pretty scary... to be in that place, and not knowing how to get out of it. This drove me to seek help, not only from my friends and family but professional help. 

It's not something I'm used to - talking so honestly about my feelings and baring down my identity to the core. But I figured, I'm young and it's best to work through these issues now rather than later. My future self depends on it and being a twenty-something in the modern world, it's pretty normal. 

I try to be as genuine as possible, and imbibe "what you see is what you get", but I don't really want to burden anyone with my problems... which, yes, admittedly I can now say I have problems. It's so funny because, in college, I remember it so distinctly, I was in a coffee shop with a few org-mates, and the icebreaker was "What are your problems?". Understandably we all wanted to know each other on a deeper level, but it feels so out of place to air out your issues to a bunch of strangers in a public, open space. My mind drew a blank and psyched itself into thinking, "Nah, life is pretty good. I have no problems. I do, but it's in the past." I guess this psyching myself out of feeling discomfort and feeling certain things led me to this point. Little did I know, years of pretending everything was okay would come biting me back as an adult. Safe to say that is exactly why you shouldn't brush things under the rug. 

Suppose that's my life update for you. If you've reached it this far, please know I am grateful for your time, and that I miss writing to you. 

Happy Halloween! Only, I'm writing to you as a real person, and not a ghost. 

- S.




 

Monday, June 29, 2020

Letting go and trusting

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Tuesday, June 23, 2020

On being content and seeking peace

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[Written on a piece of paper, transcribed]

I have no desire to go on my laptop or online. It is merely habitual, a filler, like an 'um' in an orator's piece. Other than an update here and there, and contributing to my blog, reading articles and catching up with friends, I have no business nor urge to go online. Yet, why is it so hard to let go? 

If it were up to me, which in hindsight IS, I would like to work in an environment that requires my full attention, face-to-face dealings, and something that gets me off the desk, one where I interact with the community. This is so that it yanks me from the 'outside' world, who for some reason craves and requires people's attention. 

Oh! How peaceful it would be, to live and breathe away from the noise. The competition. The rat race.

Often, I catch myself wondering if something is wrong with me. Or if I'm simply not striving enough, not living up to the 'excellency' that my Alma Matter produces. This is mostly because the life I want is not acquiring MORE and MORE, but one that makes me realize ENOUGH. Satisfied with enough, and genuinely happy with the work I do - my little contribution to society that I can proudly call mine.

I am soothed to imagine that there is a community out there that abides by this worldview. I will continue to look in hopes to fulfill this. 

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Personal quotes (a.k.a. shower thoughts lol):
  • The world is a library full of resources catalogued by culture, year, and paradigm. It is full of people; made up of stories and experiences that we can learn from. 
  • In whatever situation, always try your best to speak kindly to whomever you meet because people get acquainted with us through the stories they hear (about us).
- S.

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Hi, hello! How've you been?

Hello blogger friends! As the title says, how have you been? It's been two weeks since my last post, and honestly it feels like I've forgotten how to all of a sudden despite my progress; so I'll keep it casual. Why was I on a hiatus? What took me so long to come out of the rock I've been living under?


With the upheaval of current events (i.e., Black Lives Matter, the Anti-Terror Bill in the Philippines, the overall noise on the governance in the Philippines, and most recently, Yemen) I felt it was very out of place for me to post something so casual and personal. It wasn't because I was keeping my voice on the low-low, but I was afraid. Just that, capital A-F-R-A-I-D. Afraid that I might say something ill-informed and insensitive on such sensitive topics at hand, and that I might get attacked on being dumb and stupid (again, for being ill-informed and insensitive). 

Wow, I'm having a really hard time putting thoughts on *paper* today.

Anywho, on the topic of Black Lives Matter, I have been reading, reading and reading, and educating myself, further on racism and how it has been the bane of our existence as a global community. Truly, it all boils down to how we are taught at school and at home. It opened my eyes that YES, our history has been meddled with, and we are definitely not getting the full picture. During that, and seeing posts on social media about the protests, my body could feel the atmosphere and the passion that each and every person has for pushing for change. It's 2020, and I think we can all agree that it is time. We ARE the generation that rallies (literally) for this -- for the dated practices of human decency on race to be kicked out the door, and for the focus to be on working together as a community and honouring each other's backgrounds, rather than allowing law enforcers to call the final shots (again, literally). I think it's all got to do with openness and seeing people for who they are, accepting it, and not putting one's self or one's race on a pedestal. Being open to diversity allows for this conversation to further flourish, especially in areas of the world that is full of same-ness

I am grateful to have grown up in a diverse community, and having been exposed to the different cultures and paradigms people lived. Moving back to the Philippines, this was very difficult to find, and something that I often craved in my surroundings. However, I cannot say that living in Vancouver was also peaches and cream! In fact, racism is still quite rampant there as with any part of the world.

Don't get me started on the local scene that we're experiencing here in the Philippines. I shall keep it at that for my own safety in case they come rounding up people. 

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Here's the low-down on things I've been up to: 
  • I've been quite active on Instagram, though! For some reason, I find it's easier to post personal things on my blog page than on my personal account. Is that just me or does anyone else feel the same? It's so fun to connect with people (strangers) and have a nice chat with them. (Not discrediting our conversations on here, of course!). There are also tags that I enjoy on there, too, like #fountainpens #typewriters #writing... just major eye-candy that tickles my fancy to acquire (more) fountain pens, and a typewriter. Quite dangerous. 
  • Sitting with my feelings, as per usual. Have had a few lows recently, but all is well. 
  • Enjoying the sudden gush of stormy weather lately. I feel so at home, like the sound of the rain embraces me in a way that the sun doesn't seem to fulfill.
  • Re-arranging my room! I finally got around to getting a desk sorted. This way, I'll have more space in the house to 'work' instead of lying on my bed, or sitting outside. I like to change up the scene of where I work from time to time; it refreshes me for some reason
  • Going on drives. Ugh! With the rules changing for our quarantine, I've been spending time with my mom, just her and I, driving around. Sometimes we just hop in the car, listen to tunes, and talk with no destination in mind, and I'm really loving it!
  • Getting fountain pens in the mail! When June started, I have been getting back on my fountain pen hobby and jumped the gun with purchasing more relatively cheaper pens before I hop on over to the bigger pool of big girl pens. I even purchased my first bottled ink and have been enjoying it as I rotate with my four inked up pens.
  • Started a part-time job as a recruiter for this tech company, which is really cool. The universe finds ways! I'm still looking for a full-time role, though, but I'm grateful for what I've got going for now. I'm just going to take this time to recharge, and take care of myself while easing into work mode.
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It's been nice to write on here again, and getting back to doing rounds on reading blogs I follow. I've kind of reverted back to writing out my thoughts in my journal again, mostly because of my pens (lol), but hope you were able to connect with me on my most recent experiences. 

Stay safe, and lovely as always!

Best,
- S.




Friday, June 5, 2020

May Tunes & 'Favourites'

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May's vibe was very healing. Even just a little bit, my perspective was shifted and I spoke kinder words to myself. This month's playlist is a mixture of Rap/Trill and music you'd find yourself listening to while doing... I don't know, maybe some gardening? I have been a huge fan of Rap/Trill music since high school; I enjoy it especially for long study periods as it hypes me up. There's just something about people spitting rhymes in synch with the rhythm that gets me going, so don't be surprised if you find a few scattered in there, especially from Drake's most recent album. I must warn ya, some are quite explicit... as with most songs in that genre, so you're gonna have to skip through that if you find it off-theme. 

On the other hand, you'll notice there are also soft tunes more appropriate for a nursing nice hot cup of coffee at a terrace overlooking a meadow. Or... at least that's where it takes me; listening to the soft vocals and acoustics. This genre of Alternative/Indie (??) is also good for grounding myself. I find that it makes me stop for a bit and take time to notice and appreciate the little things. 

I also found beauty in listening to Italian songs! It's so fascinating how much a song can make you dance and feel even if it isn't in the language you understand. Music transcends! 

Music makes my mind rest, and takes me places. My imagination goes wild, and I like to imagine myself in situations where I do the most mundane thing, or when I do a simple task and music is playing in the background, it makes me feel like my life is a movie just to put things in perspective. How appropriate for how May, my birthday month, treated me. 

P.S. I've also included it in my sidebar! For future reference, I'll keep the month's Spotify playlist available in case you want to follow along its growth. 

Books

Hope Leslie: or, Early Times in the Massachusetts by ...

For the past month, I've been (struggling) trying to finish Hope Leslie; I am in the last leg of the journey of our heroine, Hope Leslie. This book has been sitting around in my mini library for quite some time - having been picked up in a Book Sale, and placed in my pile of TBRs (to be read). For some reason there's a part of me that doesn't want to finish the book, but I plough through since it's almost done and it would be unsatisfying to leave it where it is. 

Was this book impactful? It was more educational more than anything. I learned about how the aborigines were treated at the time, and how puritans lived their lives. Historical fiction is one of my favourite genres to read since it gives a glimpse of life back in the day; however, the language and tone that this book offers just didn't absorb well. I learned a lot of new words, though! To each his own. 

Drink & Journalling

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As you know, I am a big fan of having a big ol' cup of Joe in the morning. Evenings, on the other hand, have been capped off with a nice cup of hot peppermint tea. It's been helping a lot with my digestion, though I'm not really sure if that is its main function, but anything hot that calms the tummy, I'll take it! Although, I have this vision of enjoying the hot drink, but I, more often than not, forget and have it cold. 

This is also best paired with journaling, reflecting on the day, and dumping any last minute thoughts before calling it a day. 

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My mind is so noisy, I can't even tell you half of it. There were days during this month (and up to now in June), that I wake up feeling so dreadful that I have to take on another day. Perhaps it's the staying at home part that has been driving me nuts. Although I am a homebody I do like to go out from time to time. There's also this feeling whenever I close my eyes that I'm out of balance, like I have to take a moment breathe, and picture my chakras aligning to feel (somewhat) better.

Anywho, that's it for May, darlings! Do check out my Spotify. I'd love to check out yours as well, as I'm always on the lookout for new tunes. I hope May was kind to you as it was to me.

Much love,
- S.
 



Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Weekend catch up

I've been journalling a lot. A lot more than my usual entries, and it's such a joy for my eyes to see my pages adorned with cursive mixed in with my normal penmanship. Writing in cursive is for lazy days, and I like how even in the penmanship you can capture how you're feeling. I've been using gray ink lately, having ordered a bunch from Shopee in lieu of going to the nearest National Book Store (a.k.a. stationary freak heaven, among other places), since I find it lighter on the eyes. Is anyone else particular about what pen or ink they use when writing?

It's a trial batch, but doesn't it look scrumptious?

My mom has been baking a storm! Her current feat is Cinnamon Rolls, and though I am grateful for her passionate drive to get her recipe just right, I'm wishing we had more neighbours to give away our warm treats. I've been carb loading these past few days... we can't waste them! Even if my mom is the one baking, I'm learning that with each step there is something to be learned. And with the process, due to discrepancies, results may vary and that's okay. 

Trial #1 of homemade pasta

I also tried my hand at making homemade pasta! I succeeded, but I worked the dough too much that when I went and cooked it, it was tough. But, I'm glad because it was a new experience and I was gutsy enough to try it. (Sometimes, I find myself hesitating to do a simple task because I'm afraid I won't get it right. I'm working it out, though, and unlearning this behaviour). What you see in the picture is the initial state, but I transformed it into tortellini stuffed with Lughanighe sausage, then tossed it with some garlic, olive oil, and basil as a simple sauce. It was gone before I could take a picture!

Since the quarantine in our area has been eased off a little, the check points have been lenient. My mom and I spent the whole of Saturday out and about: we went to the market to get our weekly produce and meat, and also to buy my brother his missing supplies for graduation. It's quite unfortunate the family won't be able to make it up to Bataan to witness him walk the stage. Jokingly, I said that it'll be a funny story to tell!


On the other hand, one afternoon when I was sitting in our backyard, listening to the birds, words of love and affirmation were messily spewed onto my journal. It was on the topic of body-image, and acceptance, and love, and so much kilig! Read it through here.

It was a good weekend overall. I really wish the weekends were longer, for although they are but days in the week, it's just more peaceful, and feels less daunting than what the 'work' week has in store. 

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The last days of May passed me by like a breeze. Here one moment, gone the next. But it was a nice slow break, and a nice transition from May to June. How was your weekend?

Much love,
- S.

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Musings on Blogging

It's been nearly 2 months since I've been consistently uploading on Simply Sher! Writing and posting used to be a one-off thing, jumping from Tumblr to Wordpress then onto Blogger/Blogspot, but I'm glad that Simply Sher was the one that stuck, and writing has finally come back to me (or me returning to it). 

Photo by Christin Hume on Unsplash
I would like to share with you how blogging has been for me, and how it has impacted my life these past few months.

On the onset, I didn't really know what to blog about. Accustomed to journalling, I found it quite the challenge to put my thoughts out to the internet and for the world to see; there was no control now on who sees my posts. Just throw me over the bridge if it landed on the browser of someone I knew in passing; this would surely give them another side of me I was not prepared to shell out. But at the same time, I was so tired of my internal monologue that there HAD to be a creative outlet. There had to be another way. 

Forcefully, at the time, I tried some prompts to kickstart getting comfortable with typing, rather than writing, out my thoughts. To my surprise, it came easily and I was able to clearly convey my train of thought. This gave me the push to publish on here again on March 30th (see post here) after nearly a year of not being active. I was obsessed with how the prompts turned out that I was able to upload a few that I liked a lot. This then led to my more original ideas - ones that I really cared about and had put a lot of thought in.

However, there came another problem. 

As with most social platforms, there comes a time where you start to compare yourself; whether it be for ideas for improvement, or downright unhealthy. Flipping through numerous blogs I found on Bloglovin' and the trusty internet, I was in awe at how aesthetically beautiful each page was and how it truly reflected the writer. For some reason that bothered me. 

I must be honest, this was mostly because I was really dissatisfied with how my blog looked at the time - it lacked personality and didn't embody the vision I had for it. Instead, I had my focus on obsessively researching: "how to toggle with blogspot HTML and CSS", and "how to build a theme from scratch (!)". This, in turn, took a toll on my writing. Thankfully, I was recommended to buy a theme from Etsy, care of Berenica Designs, and it solved every bout I had with the generic blogger theme I was working with. 

Photo by Christin Hume on Unsplash

Now that I've gotten the hang of things, writing out my ideas has become such a healthy habit for me. It was a great turn out because I was able to freely write about what happened during the day, expound on thoughts and readings I've come across online, and most importantly, document the present. I always like to think how future me would feel and think reading back these posts. 

Blogging is something that I don't have to pressure myself to do; it's not a task that is daunting, and I really appreciate that. We don't need anymore pressure than we already feel from the outside world. It's actually one of my favourite things to prepare for, especially in the evenings, when I have a fresh new page to start the creative process. Although it's not a literary masterpiece, nor is it an academically sound peer-reviewed paper, it is written in a personal tone, and that is A-OKAY.  

Another motivation, I guess, is having a space where I can share my thoughts and people would, perhaps, relate. It's interesting to see who resonates with your ideas and stories! On the flip side, it has also brought me back to reading. I love coming across blogs that contain people's musings, allowing strangers to calmly infiltrate their 'little corner of the internet', as many like to put it. It's like a tightly knit community, albeit anonymous to each other, traversing through life and making people not feel alone. 

Lastly, I suppose, is just that - not feeling alone. I've come across writers documenting their slow pace of living, those who take a moment to appreciate the shows they're currently watching or the greenery in their garden, and also those who write about how current events and sociological observances make them feel. It's grounding to know that we're all taking a moment to let things sink in, and that we're not allowing the modern times to take over. It's good to know that there are still humans out there that value the mundaneness of living. 

With that, write on, fellow bloggers (can I call myself that now? Is there like a chant circle tradition that I need to do? lol). Let this space be insurgent to the rat race. I look forward to reading more of your thoughtful posts! 

Much love, 
- S.
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