My apologies for my inadvertent hiatus.
I don’t have a great explanation besides life got busy and I failed to focus on my daily gratitudes. I tried posting a few times but everything I wrote felt forced or insincere or just … bad. My fellow writers know what’s up.
You know the phrase “no news is good news”? It means that if something goes wrong, you’ll know. Otherwise, everything is peachy-keen and sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns.
[insert ear worm song here], via Giphy
I’ve never found that to be true. When things in my life are – let’s call it – “less than ideal,” I cope by withdrawing. When I’m happy, I want to share my happiness, but when I am sad, I’d rather keep it to myself.
Poor me, sad and rained on, via Giphy
So, if anyone cares to do the math, I’ve been a bit sad since August. It’s cool: I have support, resources, and loved ones to keep me afloat. I have much to be grateful for, so here are three gratitudes for the day!
- Unemployment. Seriously! The wrong job is the wrong job, no matter how many times and ways you try to fix it.
- Libraries! I applied for a new card at my local branch (I haven’t done that since middle school!!) and walked out with five books to
- Spring is here! Has it always been so gorgeous? I notice new flowers almost every day, and the trees in my neighborhood are robed in greens and yellows. I bought myself a nice wide-brimmed hat today, so I expect many more walks in my near future!
Blooming pink rose, via Giphy
This is a writing sample I did for a property management company I interviewed with a while back. I didn’t get the job, but I sort of enjoyed crafting the property description and figured hey, maybe people want to see an example of the writing I do with a prompt. I redacted the company name and city they’re building in, but the thoughts and words are all my own. Enjoy! -C
Step back from Los Angeles and into your own oasis with new apartments in [city], California. Our upcoming luxury apartment community combines prime location with effortless escape. Satisfy your wanderlust at the beach, at nearby Baldwin Hills Scenic Overlook, or by using LAX as your gateway to the world. Then, come home to the peaceful [real estate company] in [city].
Ease into west coast living at its finest among our simple luxuries. Imagine your stress melting away as you soak in our tranquil pool, browse our onsite library, and explore our exclusive gym facility, featuring brand new equipment and community classes.
This controlled-access property has 200 one, two, and three bedroom floor plans to suit your needs. Each spacious apartment includes modern finishes like granite counters and custom lighting. With stainless steel appliances and hard-wood style floors, it is easy to keep your home as spotless as your mind.
Discover the simple luxury of stress-free living with [real estate company].
Good evening, lovely people! Today, I chose a theme I am grateful for (as opposed to a list of incidents, like I have previously done): my ability to follow my professional dreams.
The problem is, I wasn’t sure how to start identifying my dreams in order to pursue them. To start, I used this awesome free tool called O*NET Online
. I took a short-ish quiz (about 60 items to rate on a 5-point scale) to build up my professional interest profile. Based on how much I felt like I would enjoy things like “write books or plays” (strongly like, for me) or “build kitchen cabinets” (I don’t like loud machinery or the risk of losing a digit, so that was a dislike for me). You can try it for yourself self on My Next Move!
Here are my results:
It’s been 5 months since my last post. I have had plenty to be grateful for, between my new job and lovely coworkers. Still, I have t felt like I have words to share.
Lately I’ve been dreaming about choking on food. I’ve dreamed of physically removing pretzels from my mouth so I can speak. Now I don’t usually think of dreams as prophetic, and I’m sure having a cold and a sore throat and copious quantities of phlegm has had something to do with these dreams.
However, I’ve also been swallowing words in my waking life. I resolve conflict, I keep peace, I try to keep people around me happy.
Bear with me, dear ones. I hope to find my words again soon.
I admit it: I have been neglecting my blog. Excuse number one: I started working full-time. My usual writing time (between 6 and 10 a.m.) filled up with getting ready for work and commuting to Los Angeles by 7:30 a.m. I work with schools for a local nonprofit, and I really don’t mind earlier hours. Except my keyboard is magnetic.
My fingers are drawn to the keys with an attraction only akin to magnets. Since my last post, I’ve emailed and tweeted and entered data, but none of it has been on my keyboard. I have edited other people’s words, but there is none of the flow from brain to keyboard that there is, in this moment, transmitting my own thoughts to you.
My other excuse for my lack of wiring is that both rooms in my apartment have been occupied by sleeping humans while I tiptoe around to get ready. My window of opportunity today occurred because with one friend leaving even earlier than me for a job. Without coffee, without inspiration, without even brushing my teeth, I was drawn to my computer.
Fingers on keys.
Butt in chair.
Stream of consciousness.
That is all it takes.
via Daily Prompt: Magnetic
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I have a music box on my shelf featuring a glitter-filled snow globe encasing a carousel horse.
The gold post bisects a white pony. The pony has a straw-colored mane and tail, gold hooves, and a pale saddle dressed up with blue ribbons. Blush roses adorn the base of the tail and the side of the face.
When I wind up the bottom, the melody of “Wind Beneath My Wings” tinkles out into the air. The song reminds me of road trips with my mom and sisters, listening to a compilation of Girl Scout songs. It was one of our regular CDs in the rotation, along with The Beatle’s Number One Hits, and Christmas songs in the heat of summer.
My music box was a gift from my parents many years ago. I always wanted to ride the ponies on the carousel at our local zoo’s bite-sized amusement park, by-passing the tigers and giraffes. There are a few pictures in my box of childhood snapshots on these ponies–never with me smiling, though. I was a shy, silly child, and always closed my eyes and pulled faces when a camera was pointed my way.
It’s been years since my mother bundled her three daughters into the car to taxi us to her father, six hours away. Still, I can hear her voice as an echo behind the music box:
Did you ever know that you’re my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.
via Daily Prompt: Carousel