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30 Day Writing Challenge – Day 25


I’m getting closer and closer to the end of this. I can feel it.

Think of any word. Search it on Google images. Write about something inspired by the 11th image.

A lot of words bounced around in my head when I first read this prompt. I decided to eliminate nouns and go for an adjective instead. I honestly had no idea what I would get, and I’m pleasantly surprised. (And as a disclaimer, it’s nearing midnight here… I’m quite tired and my writing my suffer, but I want to get this posted!)

Living has to be one of the most difficult things in existence. Think about it. If we didn’t live, we wouldn’t have any trouble. We wouldn’t have troublesome thoughts. We wouldn’t have physical pain. We wouldn’t have to work our butts off to stay alive. I can’t be the only one who has a new trouble almost every single day. Whether it’s an energetic freshman crushing my toe with a metal chair or a professor going out of her way to make my life miserable, my troubles pile on top of me until I can’t move. They crush me where I stand, and that’s when life likes to kick me while I’m down. Sickness. Family trouble. School problems. Friend drama.

It never ends.

Life didn’t seem half as difficult when I was a kid. For example, I didn’t even realize I was a victim of bullying until someone pointed it out. I always shot that Ezekiel kid a smile when he called me “Four-Eyes,” thinking it was a pretty cool nickname. Ignorance is bliss, I suppose. During recess, I remember munching on the little dandelion seeds without a care in the world until a teacher came to tell me to stop eating the plants. But I still played with them. There was something fun about blowing on them and watching all the little puffs disappear in the wind. I’d make my wish. I’d believe it with all my heart. I’d laugh at the guy who tried to throw dirt clods at me. I’d look up at the sky and count the birds.

If everyone has as much trouble as I do with this life thing, perhaps we can come up with a medicine for the daily aches and pains.  Tell someone they’re beautiful, special, loved, wonderful… Even if you don’t think they need it, perhaps they’ll save that memory for when they do. Look a customer in the eyes. Smile a genuine smile. Buy the student madly typing away on his computer a coffee, even a small one. Kindness is a chain reaction that when done right, becomes this powerful force that not even life can conquer.

So if anyone’s out there who needs a little encouragement, just know that a lanky, awkward, wannabe ginger blogger thinks you can overcome your obstacle. I’ve overcome several myself. But know that life is meant to be hard. If it were easy, it wouldn’t be worth living. If getting to Japan were easy, I’d have done it a dozen times already, and I wouldn’t appreciate what I have right now.

But maybe next time it seems like too much, imagine a dandelion. Blow all your troubles away. Start over.

You can do it.

Now for a little game. If you can guess what the word I chose was, I’ll give you a cookie. (Or I could at least mention you in my next post.)

30 Day Writing Challenge – Day 8


Share something you struggle with.

Believe it or not, I struggle with a lot. (Weird, huh, that a human would struggle?) I struggle with my faith. I struggle with school. I struggle with keeping a positive outlook on the world. However, I believe all my struggles tend to trace back to one single thing which seeks to ruin my life.


Maybe you’re laughing right now. I honestly never thought about it as an issue until my Advanced Composition professor told me to write an issues essay. My first one was terrible. (I wrote about uniform policies and my bad experience with them.) I’ve always struggled to find issues that I’m beyond passionate about. However, my second essay ended up receiving the highest grade I received in that class, and it was about how perfectionism had become an issue in my life.

I could copy and paste that essay here, but I don’t see the need to. It all comes down to this: I will never be completely content with anything I do. I cannot look back at a single thing I’ve done and say, “Wow. I’m proud of that.” I remember every terrible moment of everything over the good. I do recall a student recital I had to sing at. That semester, my voice teacher gave me a huge confidence boost. I started singing jazz. I was good at it too. I had always thought I was just a terrible soprano. It turned out I was actually a half-decent alto. I sang probably the best I had ever sung at that recital. One of my friends walked up to me and asked me if I would marry him. (Of course he was joking.) I smiled all the way back to my dorm and into the bathroom where I turned on the shower and collapsed. I had been shaking so badly during the performance that I could only think about how badly my voice had trembled. I didn’t cry that time, but I felt the anxiety wanting to crush me.

I recently got a test back in my language class. We’re learning the honorific language called “keigo,” and I’m struggling with it a little. I did well on my test. I got a 93.9 if you must know. That’s an A. I should be content with that, but I still felt this nagging at the back of my mind.

“You know you could have studied for that more. I mean, other people did better than you. Clearly something isn’t clicking with you.”

I’ve been like this all my life. I would cry after every piano recital. I’d never show anyone my writing because it was never up to par with my expectations. I could never remember a compliment. I’m getting better with it though. Do I still cry when I mess up? Sometimes. But college has helped build my confidence a great deal. I’m looking forward to the day when I am proud of something I do. I know I will have worked hard for it.