On Blogging

There are too many times when I think to myself, 'what's the point?' 

I look at my blog compared to others and can't believe some can receive such attention for reproducing content and offering very little creative insight. At others, I'm impressed and can't believe they can do it everyday. This little quote from a favorite, See Jane, has kept me blogging these past few weeks when I thought it was time to say goodbye.

What advice would you give to new bloggers?

If you really do love doing it, stick with it! Also, try not to compare yourself to others. There will always be new bloggers that come into the spotlight or those that get popular really quickly, but I think staying true to yourself is super important when doing this. 

In life and in the blogging world, staying true to yourself is the most important.

[interview from here; image via Pinterest] 

One Letter

My Chemistry teacher asked us to write a letter to ourselves, to be sent a decade later. I was a junior taking what I'd hoped would be the final science class of my lifetime. I'd had the same group of friends for years, and the same crush for longer. Though the materials in the books didn't stay with me past my first year in college, that letter did - and for years, I thought about what I'd written and what exactly I'd remember.

Ten years later, the letter was only a faint memory. Until my parents reminded me of some boy, some long-lost friends and some big dreams. The friends are still relatively the same, the boy is only a faint memory and the dreams came true. Isn't it funny how things work?

{images from M.Dot design studio & Long Beach Antique Fair}

Face Paint

According to most people, I'm very lucky. But I've realized something recently that may have shattered this world struck by luck. I think I've lost it. I don't know how it happened, but something seems to have slowly crept out of its hiding place in my mind and gone on summer holiday - except that our dates have been all messed up, and when I expected it home, there's nothing. I dream about it often, of all that would happen if the trip wasn't so prolonged, or if I'd had time to sit down and consider the delay. Instead, dreams pop into my head of the time when creativity and success weren't just a dream but a stepping stone and the whole entire world was at my fingertips. For now, I'm going to have to sit on my porch step for the mailman with news.