I like the middle, the in between, the part after the beginning and before the end

And writing feels like life. The more I learn about life, the more I realize the most important feeling is the feeling of connection: connection to spirit, connection to humanity, connection to nature, connection to the universe, and connection to God/Source. And putting words on a page helps me feel connected.

https://ashley-kagaoan.com/2019/10/02/1/

I want this space to be a place I can look back on with fond memories

I don’t exactly have a full-time job at the moment – I can’t find one. And the cherry of the cake – I don’t need to study. I thought about what I liked, and what I wanted to do with all this free time. I wanted to document and share experiences through my own perspectives. A camera and a pair of shoes – really all I need. And what better time to start on this then now? Life doesn’t wait for anyone.

https://candiceyapliyu.wordpress.com/2020/04/03/why-this-why-now

So, who is Ale Chamorro, what makes her tick and why am I presenting myself in the third person

Keywords: college, graduate

If you’re still here, great!! In this blog you will read about some experiences I have gone through since I graduated, situations I’m currently going through and maybe stories that are a good laugh or a good cry. Who knows, I’m just going with the flow.

https://alejandrachamorroonline.wordpress.com/2020/03/17/example-post-3

WAHM: Expectation Vs. Reality

featured , Motherhood

Keep Thriving Mommy

I envied moms who could stay at home with their babies. So when the opportunity came for a work at home job for me, I felt that it was an excellent opportunity for me to finally shift from the corporate world and create what I felt was my ideal life. The bonus part was I am still able to contribute to our family financially and don’t give up my career, all while caring for our daughter.

The expectation was high, and I’d picture myself playing with my daughter all the time. Being present to all her milestones. All day every day, I get to be there for nap time, bath time, meal time, and more play time. Home cooked meal. Organized and clean house. I got to sleep extra hours because I don’t have to get up way earlier to commute because of the damn traffic.

More time on almost…

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I won’t apologise for being me

Kiss of Beth

“Young blood, came to start a riot
Don’t care what your old man say
Young blood, heaven hate a sinner
But we gonna raise hell anyway”

Raise Hell – Dorothy

Welcome back.

Thanks for sticking with me while I took some time off to re-group. I’m now going to explain why I felt like I had to.

Recently someone who should support me no matter what, tore into this blog and my character. Calling me and my writing fake. Calling me and my writing attention seeking and assuring me that everyone agreed. They even went so far as to question if my mental health problem was even real and if I was doing it just for reads.

This shook me and my confidence in my blog. I wont lie about it. I doubted myself and my pieces. I sat here and cried about the fact that someone who should love…

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Trauma & Excessive Commas

Eyeyotee

“Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable. When we can talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary. The people we trust with that important talk can help us know that we are not alone.” ~ Mister Rogers

Honestly, I don’t feel like doing anything today – a case of what the great Dana Carvey calls “the fuck its”. But, alas, I must go to work, where, as always, I will have fun. Now, do ya think I used too many commas in that last sentence? I’ll just say that there’s not a lot of room for more. I was trying to be frugal, but I stand by my punctuation. So, moving forward. I saw an old friend yesterday, at work, just as my shift was beginning. I’ve known her for 24 years – she was my first…

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Healing Journey

When I say I’m healing, I mean

I am UNLEARNING the things I’ve learned from wounded people

I am healing years of limiting beliefs

I am healing anxiety and depression

I am healing negative thought patterns

I am healing my gut and my liver

I am healing my relationship with myself

I am healing past relationship trauma

I am detoxing massive amounts of toxins from my body

I am healing from the 20+years of social programming

I am healing ancestral trauma

I am rewiring and reframing my entire life into how I want it to be, not what anyone else tells me it should be or can be because what I’ve been told is just a reflection of what those people CHOSE to believe, that has nothing to do with me

Once you give yourself permission to let go of what you’ve always thought to be “truth”, you’re then able…

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My inner old lady…

JustJenny

Tonight I was stood in the chippy, minding my own business (for once), when I could feel to the left of me, someone staring at me.

Actually, staring was an understatement.

So I turned and looked and there with absolutely zero fucks and even less shame, was a chap old enough to be my Grandad, eyeing me up.

Was I dolled up like I was yesterday, in a frock as my Dad would comment & a bit of lippy.. no, I was looking like I’d just crawled out of bed a la scrubber styleeee.

“Want to come and have a butty with me?” Grandad quipped, “I’ll tell the wife to set another at the table love!”

Either I look like I need fattening up (which my hips, if they could speak would say, absolutely not fatty) or I’d just been hit on. I laughed, the chippy guys laughed and I…

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