Writer’s block. Self-doubt. Imposter’s Syndrome. Dry spells. It doesn’t matter what you call it, the result is pretty much the same thing: creative burnout.
grief
“IT IS WHAT IT IS”
By that time, mom hardly ever made any sense at all. She could still speak, but having any sort of conversation was an act in futility. But she’d still say that stupid fucking mantra, “It is what it is.” Ask her what she wanted to eat, she’d say some mumbo-jumbo and add, “It is what it is,” at the end of the sentence. “How are you feeling, Ma?” Goobledygook, “It is what it is.”
5 Things No One Tells You About Cancer
October 2016 is when I realized that pink-washing everything may be vital in fighting this disease, but it was nowhere near enough. Because breast cancer is so goddamn much more than a pink ribbon. Bringing awareness to the disease, and even donating the proceeds to research, doesn’t touch on the lives of the women who are in the trenches. Actually fighting it.
Screw This Shit, I’m Out
For all of my decision making life, I’ve been a people-pleaser. It’s not even something I realized about myself until a few months ago, because it’s such a huge part of who I am.
I’ve always believed you get out of the world what you put into it. If all you put out is anger and negativity, that’s what you’d get back from the universe. But if you put good out there, if you helped others and took care of them, you’d get goodness and light back.
No, I Don’t Have My Shit Together, Thanks.
My first thought was, “Oh, shit, I do not have my life together enough to be a grandmother.”
