A Month Without The Internet

In all the time I’ve spent blogging, never would I ever have thought that I would have to go without it for a whole month.

For the past few weeks, I’ve had to make use of my school’s WiFi. Otherwise, the occasional trip to my sister’s house would have to suffice. In all the chaos, having started university a few weeks ago and having an oh-so-convenient internet shortage, I could hardly find time for myself, let alone any time for blogging.

While the experience has been far from a pleasant one, in the end, I was able to learn something. In trying times, one must find time to reconnect with oneself, and, as in my case, one’s spiritual side.

For the past year, my blog has served as the place I go to dump all my thoughts; the good, the bad and the ugly. Novel writing, on the other hand, has long served as my escape from it all. Now that I’ve gone long enough without both, I realize just how much writing means to me.

Finally, yesterday, I sat myself down and started working on a chapter of my long-abandoned book draft after playing (not-so-eloquently) a short piece by the keyboard as a sort of starting point for catharsis. By the time I was done, I felt emptied, free and like myself again.

Now that I have found the time to write, all I can say is, how dull life would be without it. Music and literature have long become my refuge. Now I see just how valuable they are to me, and I am more than happy to return to blogging to share my thoughts with the world again because I know well the power words hold.

Special thanks to all my followers for the support. Please note that Human is now available on Amazon for free, now & forever.

See link: Human

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The Writing Desk – Book Review

The Writing Desk tells two unique, but oddly connected tales – one of Tenley Roth, an award-winning author from modern-day New York, and one of Birdie Shehorn, a young woman from the Gilded Age who dreams of becoming a published author.

The story starts with Tenley, who gets a call from her estranged mother, Blanche, requesting she pay a visit. Leaving New York for Florida, Tenley is left to face her sick mother, the fast approaching deadline of her second book, and an unanswered proposal.

During her stay, she discovers a desk. Quickly she grows fond of it. This discovery marks the beginning of her journey to finding true love and spiritual awakening. Soon she meets Jonas Sullivan, a handsome furniture designer who had already purchased the desk, but after long protest, handed over the desk’s rights to her. With his help, in its drawer she finds Birdie Shehorn’s manuscript, and in Jonas’s company, she finds unexpected friendship.

As the two women’s stories intercept, Birdie’s strong character is revealed in her refusal to marry for money, but rather, love, despite the pressures that surrounded her in the aristocratic society she lived in. Despite being world’s apart, both Birdie and Tenley, in their troubles, learn the true meaning of love and the beauty of growing spiritually.

Two recurrent themes in this book are love and forgiveness. While I feel Tenley’s love story was a little rushed, I enjoyed seeing all the characters contribute to her growth. Her story beautifully depicts how through love, forgiveness and spiritual maturity, broken relationships can be mended. Birdie’s story painted a wonderful, realistic picture of what true love looked like in an aristocratic society.

With a fair amount of romance and drama, the author seems to cater particularly to a young female audience, though I find this book also to be suitable for more mature audiences. While this is a Christian fiction book, it does appear to be tailored to fit the mainstream market, though it does not to abandon its title altogether.

Most references to sex/sexual desire are subtle and not taken too far, though there are moments when tension builds. Overall the book did contain a biblical message of love and forgiveness, but was not as spiritually-focused as I originally expected.

Birdie’s story sold this book for me, but I do believe it is Tenley’s story that ties it all together. In the end, it all boils down to the reader’s taste.

-A big thank you to NetGalley & Thomas Nelson for providing me with a review copy in exchange for an honest review.

The Writing Desk by Rachel Hauck

 

A Message To My Followers

Today I’d like to take a moment to thank all my 200+ followers! I appreciate every single person following this blog. Even knowing that this blog helps/inspires at least one person makes me happier than anyone could ever imagine.

As I prepare for school, I’d just like to inform you all that I’ll be taking a break. Not only is the school term fast approaching, but I am in desperate need of inspiration. In order to obtain it, I must clear my mind. Hopefully when I return you’ll be seeing more interesting/ inspired content from me.

Once again, thank you all for following me. This blog means a lot to me, and I am glad that I get to share this experiences with you.

A New Chapter In Life

School for me has been a bittersweet experience. On one hand, I’ve made wonderful memories there. On the other hand, I couldn’t wait to leave. Now here I am, once again, ready to embark on a new journey in my professional/ educational life.

I’m going to university.

Now to most, that doesn’t mean much. But to me, it means stepping out into the world again after a long period of pain, illness and agony.

In so many ways I’m grateful. Then there’s all this doubt and uncertainty from not having a clue how I, in my current state, will be able to keep up. There is a voice in my head that asks, what if you fail? What if nothing comes of this?

Over the years, I’ve gotten so used to thinking that I have to rely on myself; that I must be in control at all times. Now, even when I know better, it seems only the worst case scenario comes to my mind – I’m going to fail. Having dealt with these kind of thoughts for many good years, I’ve long come to the conclusion that they are simply not helpful in any way. If anything, they set you up for failure.

Now I’ve decided it – anything that happens, happens. I am not in control, nor am I alone in my fight. If all else fails, my faith will carry me through. All that I have to do is to what I must, and do it to the best of my ability. Gone are the days I beat myself for not being the best of the best or for not “proving myself worthy.”

Now I call death to the old me, the me who sought to find happiness in physical perfection and academic success, only to find that in doing so, life had become a vapid experience. Rather I welcome the joy I find in my relationship with Christ and vow to carry it with me wherever I go, never allowing people, illness or academics to define me, but rather doing what He has called me to do to the best of my ability.

As this chapter of my life, I must confess that I have many hopes and many fears. But I’ve seen it happen one too many times in my life to ignore it. Whenever I kept my faith, I saw miracles happen. Whatever life throws my way, this is the hope I cling to. I may be ill, and I may have no clue what I’m really doing, but  what I do know is that my faith has always kept me going.

For anyone else struggling or hurting in any way, my message here is simple: just have faith. That is all you’ll ever need to do to make it through this life.


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God’s Love – An Original Poem/ Hymn

In the darkest night

I am not alone

In a lonely crowd

Lord Your love is home

Oh what do I have to fear

when my God is near?

What could separate me from His love?

Oh Lord You are my everything

Oh Lord my all to You I bring

Oh fill me up, make me new

Less of me, more of you

Lord all I want to do

is all you called me to  do

Oh what do I have to fear

when my God is near

Oh what could separate me from His love?

The Mystery Blogger Award

Recently I was nominated for The Mystery Blogger Award by a faithful reader of mine, WelcomeToRealti. She has been supporting me since the beginning and I am ever so grateful. I thank her for nominating me for this award.

So, what is the Mystery Blogger Award?
As defined by the creator of this award, the Mystery Blogger Award is “an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts.” Now who could ask for a better compliment?

(Special thanks to Okoto Enigma for creating this lovely award!)

RULES

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules.
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  6. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
  9. Share a link to your best post(s)

 

3 Facts About Me

  1. I am a blogger (obviously) and a fiction writer. Writing allows me to express myself freely and personally, I like to mix fiction with a little truth.
  2. I am an art lover. I sometimes have eccentric taste.
  3. I am a Bible-believing Christian. As I continue on my spiritual journey, I hope to grow more in faith.

 

My Answers (Questions By Welcometorealiti)

1. Who inspires you the most to keep doing what you do?

This probably isn’t the most conventional answer, but God inspires me to keep on writing. If not for Him, I wouldn’t have been able to make it this far. Through my writing, I’d like to tell the world of His love, whether directly or indirectly. With this goal in mind, I am able to remain focused and inspired.

2. What is your biggest regret?

My biggest regret is being too critical of myself in my early teens.

3. What do you want your blog to represent to you and to others?

I want my blog to represent hope, both to myself and to others.

4. What are you most proud of so far in your life?

I wouldn’t necessarily call it being proud, but I am happy that I was able to overcome my agoraphobia.

5. What’s your favorite word?

Ethereal. I guess.

My Questions for Nominees

1.When did you first start blogging?

2. What do you blog about?

3. What do you like to do in your free time?

4. If there was one thing that you could change about your life, what would it be?

5. What’s your favourite body part? (weird question, as requested by award creator)

My Nominees

IndieSongLyrics

Moiline

Her Unusual Journey

Picnic With Ants

Rekha Sahay

Girl From Ghana

Writer Lady

Chasing Kites In Neverland

Jeanette

Youtopia

My Best Posts (Views/ Likes)

Dear Someone

A Life Of Purpose

Life Is A Journey – Therapeutic Travel

 

My Kpop Divorce

As a young teenager, the only kind of music I allowed myself to listen to was rock/metal. I loved these genres for the simple fact that no other could accurately express what it was really like to be an angry teen who didn’t quite fit with the rest. This was quite a stretch from what I listened to previously – mainstream pop.

Years later, being in a much better state of mind, I returned to my old habit of listening to poppy tunes, only this time, those with a different flavour. Not too long ago, I started listening to kpop. Kpop in and of itself wasn’t so foreign to me as I, as a young girl, had listened occasionally listened to some songs from well-known girl groups. As I reconnected with my happier self, I began to explore this pop world a little more, and discovered one particular boy band, one which quickly worked its way into my heart.

The icing on the cake for me was the fact that as charismatic as the members were in front of a camera, behind the scenes, they were just as quirky as I was. But as I continued watching their videos and listening to their songs, I started to feel something wasn’t right.

So as much as felt entertained by these people, our hearts were not in the same place. Their songs, good looks and charisma were enough to give me a kind of high, but at the end of the day, it was about what I wanted in life. I wanted to live a meaningful life, yet all I was filling my head with was distraction. As I allowed myself to get sucked in this superficial kind of world, consequentially, I too became a little superficial myself.

The deal breaker for me was watching a video with very strange imagery and realizing that even though the masses had no idea what it meant, they loved it. Why is this such a bad thing? Because even though one would normally question something so eerie and suggestive of something of a darker nature, all they could see was a pretty face. Even I, though usually weary of these things, would ignore what I couldn’t understand for the sake of being entertained.

Nowadays, I choose to live life a little more authentically; a life without distraction. Listening to music that actually reflects my faith and who I am, I feel a little more sober-minded and at peace. Whilst I do think there are talented people in the kpop industry, I hate to think that I would have to continually feed my mind things that contradicted all the things I stood for to enjoy it, even only for the sake of seeing a pretty face. Surely a person is worth more than that.


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Positive, Realistic Thinking (Personal Growth Challenge)

In order to think positively, some people like to live in oblivion, ignoring all the bad things and focusing only on the good. On the flip side, there are people who like to dwell on the bad. Either way, both stances are understandable. After all, we’re all just trying to live here.

But what if there was another way? The good news is, there is.

As we embrace positive thinking, we should never allow ourselves to become oblivious. Thankfully, life isn’t so black and white, and so it is possible for us to maintain awareness whilst exercising this kind of thinking. In other words:

“Don’t be a doubter. Don’t be your own fortune-teller. You have no idea what the future holds. All you have to do is try to do your best.”

These are, theoretically, very positive words, but in order to tap into their power, you’re going to have to take action. In other words, you’re going to have to change your mindset.

“I am going to win. I am going to succeed.”

These words accurately reflect what I mean when I warn you not to be a  fortune-teller. They often times set you up for disappointment. Now look at this statement.

“I am going to fail. I am going to be unsuccessful.”

These statements, though completely opposite, serve the same purpose. Both are trying to predict the future. The only thing we can do is try and hope. In the end, both of these statements are meaningless and potentially harmful to us.

Perhaps, the best way then is to look at it is this way.

“Even it I fail, at least I will learn something.” 

Today, I challenge you to find that middle ground.


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Be The Light – A Short Story

“It’s kind of funny how this life works,” Alissa smiled. “All the good news gets lost in the noise.”

The news was the same as always; rumours of war, a tragic death, and what all the celebrities were wearing that week. There was a strange kind of divide in interest, the younger people being more enthralled by the glamorous lives of the famous, and the older, in the politics.

“I’m not too sure there’s such a thing as good news these days,” answered Ron.

“Or maybe people just don’t care to hear it.” Alissa spoke with a guilty conscience, as she, for one, fell into that bracket. To her, finding good in this world was like finding hidden treasure.

Growing up, she was taught that youth was a time for having fun, never worry or have a serious thought. Now only at twenty one, it was hard to ignore the reality. Life wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine.

After heading out for word, her awareness of all the pain and suffering present in her world disillusioned her. As she walked, she witnessed an emaciated man stretching his hand towards passersby, only to be rudely dismissed by each and every one. As she approached him, she reached in her pocket to see if she had anything to spare, only to find that someone else was already two steps ahead of her. Generously, the man gave him enough to buy a large meal and a drink.

He smiled at him. “God bless you,” he repeated, showing his utmost gratitude.

It was nothing unusual for her to see. She herself often gave to those who were in need. This time, however, it fascinated her to think that even after all the rejection the old man had experienced, a simple act of kindness, though small, had brought him so much happiness.

She decided in that very moment that she would not let her awareness cause her to despair. Surely, she knew of all the darkness that existed in her world, but without ever having to open his mouth, this gentle character spoke to her, and the message was clear.  “Be the light.”