Found myself struggling to write, I know inspiration can/will happen at certain times, sometimes when you least expect it to. It has been challenging for a long time, though.
Self-expression used to be easier, especially in my younger years.
The older I become, the harder it gets, knowing what to say and how to articulate that. Emotions are complex, how it affects your actions, the choices you ultimately make.
Being self-aware is good, to some extent. Although, too much of a good thing can also be bad for you in the long run. It can definitely overwhelm your brain, all these thoughts.
Can’t wait for the weekend, if I’m honest.
Fingers crossed I can write something of use soon, we’ll see.
Despite the lack of productivity, it has been a wonderful and quiet day.
Going to bed shortly, and I probably should have written earlier, although knowing what to say can be difficult. I hope my creativity returns on a more consistent level, it definitely helps when it comes to encouraging inspiration and future ideas.
We’ll see what happens in the coming days. Until then, I’ll try and just take one day at a time. Its okay to have days where you don’t get as much done as you would like.
Take care, stay safe, be kind and have a great evening.
Either I’m getting old or I just really want to sleep early for once. Although, I might end up listening to a podcast episode or two. That and chilled out music can make any evening perfect.
I’ve been exploring book cover ideas for poetry book #3 and I truly believe I have a good idea of what it should look like, so that’s always an interesting development.
Found myself struggling to write much in the last few days, so writing on the blog can help me get out of that creative block, if that makes sense.
Not always, might I add. Having patience can be tough, I’ll get there eventually. It feels like time is passing by so quickly though, it’s scary.
Also, my birthday is in the next few months, like how?
I have no idea if I’ll be able to do anything, might just relax at home on the day. Hard to believe how close I am to the end of my twenties.
As much as getting older is a great thing and should be embraced more, it is slightly bittersweet because we know life doesn’t last forever. Which is why we should appreciate each day, regardless of the struggles we have faced or continue to face.
Despite previous hesitation, I’ve decided to follow my instinct and go with my initial vision for poetry book number three. The book title was chosen all the way back in 2019, if I can remember correctly.
At first, I was planning to change the entire concept, but after today’s strange events and the analysis it triggered, it felt right, more than ever, to bring the first vision of this book to life.
I wanted this next project to be centered around healing, the positive changes that arise during a time of self-restoration and the importance of stepping away from unhealthy situations, people, your own personal insecurities and all of the other issues that we face as individuals.
However, in escaping my own comfort zone and talking about the more heavier, less idealistic scenarios and understanding the emotions that come along with it all, I now can feel a sense of peace in the fact that talking about it is part of my healing process and my way of moving forward.
I’m excited to go on this journey again, it’s been a while.
Knowing where to start is a different story, do I start writing first or constructing a book cover? Only time will tell.
Nonetheless, it feels like the right moment in time to begin, and I can’t wait to see what the final outcome of this will look like in the near future.
Feeling slightly under the weather tonight, but I don’t want to let my strange mood affect my writing. Plus, it might make me feel better to write something.
Might be a good idea to complete a workout as well, boost my energy a little and feel good. Usually, I tend to sleep it off, but this time around, I really wanted to remain productive.
The mind is a complex one, most times. Found it difficult to know what to write or think.
I should take my writing more seriously, the outlet is a blessing to have.
Hard to believe it’s been nearly three years since I published my second book of poetry, A Cryptic Human Entity. I often read through it and I can’t believe that it’s my own.
Being introverted and a keen writer isn’t entirely a great thing. I do try and embrace both, equally. With the unpredictability of the world right now, who could even blame me for feeling this way?
I do need to try and schedule posts ahead of time, or at least plan them better. Perhaps browsing other blogs might help me find some inspiration for my next posts. If anyone has any favorites, please do let me know.
According to my stats today, DAYDREAM MADNESS had over 300+ views today, which is incredible and I thank you with all my heart.
I’m grateful for any engagements I receive as a result of me posting on here, it does really inspire me to keep going. If there’s any particular topics you think might suit the personal feel of this blog, all suggestions would be great.
Now, I’m not the best at this type of thing, I have simply done this for years out of creative drive and passion. Would it be my dream to write full-time?
Absolutely. You do to have to be realistic about it, of course, that’s reality.
The next book I eventually publish/create, I’ll definitely make sure to talk about it and promote it accordingly. I am always learning as a person.
Hope you’re all safe and well, I’ll speak to you shortly.
If hoarding emotions and thoughts was a skill, I’d be a professional at this point in time. Hoping it will become easier as months goes by, and all of that.
To be honest, my writing has definitely impacted somewhat. You analyze yourself and others too much, as well as your surroundings and patterns.
Hard to believe we’re almost two weeks into the New Year, I’ve had a semi-productive timeline as of recent. It’ll pick up eventually, and so will the motivation and inspiration to do bigger and better things with my mind.
Reflection is good, to some extent. Just don’t overdo it, you’ll thank me later.
There is a lot I have to learn, and accept about myself. Bad habits, that one might need to take a second look at. A lot of books I want to read, places I want to visit and appreciate. Nostalgia seems to have hit me , ever so discreetly.
It’s also nearly four years without my grandmother, I am always in disbelief about this. Feels like yesterday when I held her hand, that last smile has replayed in my mind, more times than I can count. Her strength through it all has definitely played a major part. All I want to do is make my guardian angel proud.
As I near my 25th birthday, there’s a lot of emotions running wild inside my brain right now. Let me tell you, adult life is not as incredible as young me used to think. If you’re in a rush to be of age, don’t fret about it all too much.
There’s a difference between wanting to be older, and being it. Sure, many great opportunities and memories will come your way. Well, all our experiences won’t be the same, or any less complex, but I suppose, that’s the beauty of not knowing what the universe has in store for all of us.
Whilst the year is still in bloom, I’ll most likely do my best to ensure I don’t get lost in the resolutions I will inevitably break, the weight that’ll shed as slow as a turtle makes their way, and the poetry book that won’t be finished until the end of the year or beyond.
I try to be patient with myself, and the journey that life has brought me on. Although, it never does get easier. Being able to express my thoughts again has definitely been the light at the end of this dark tunnel of worry.
I always find myself writing late at night. There’s something about the peace and solitude that comes with it.
To be honest, writing consistently again has been a joy. I certainly do hope that it continues.
For some reason, it’s easier to get all your thoughts down in the hours where you should be getting sleep.
I’m not necessarily the kind to have insomnia, but at certain moments, the aftermath of it all does take a toll. At other times, I honestly have never felt better in my entire life.
The complexity of my mind is something I have come to embrace and cherish. As the years have gone by, and I’ve matured and seen things in a different light, from a new perspective, it has taught me a lot about my surroundings, and about my own individual self.
It’s kind of true, hardships do make you feel stronger in the long run. Life can be a challenge, and if anything, I’m ready for it now.
The only way to conquer your fears is to face them. I’m determined to face all of mine, at a steady pace. And I’ll do so, with my faith and clarity in hand.
For anyone who’s up late, I’m with you on that one.
Love, Mila. Xo
Taking the time to sit down and write something each day is refreshing, to say the very least. For most of last year, I found it impossible to put my ideas into perspective.
As someone who has written for most of her life, I am constantly looking for ways to improve my work, and I definitely found myself editing my words more than usual, rarely satisfied or content with the end result. Maybe, I’m just a perfectionist.
I am hoping that 2019 will put my mind at ease, a little bit. To not worry about people’s opinions so much, and to remember that I am just a human being who is trying to bring herself joy through self-expression as a whole.
This blog has helped me in many ways, which I am forever grateful for. And I met some incredible souls because of it. Can you believe it’s been almost 4 years since I started? Neither can I.
May you all have an amazing year ahead of you.
It’s Mila here, with a new blog post to share, finally.
Haven’t been posting a lot in recent months, I try and not clog up your feeds with too much emotive rambling, or heavy ranting…although, I have been tempted enough times.