I won’t sugarcoat it: anxiety is ugly. Not only does it make me feel a thousand emotions at a time, but it also triggers my depression big time. As a creative who writes for a living, I discovered there’s an upside to all this.
I don’t find the time to blog. I believe if an idea does not come out of me naturally, there’s no point hitting that “Write” button and trying to come up with a made-up vision just for the sake of publishing something.
Although I believe well-read people have advantages over those who aren’t, being a bibliophile does not give us a free pass to insult the intellectual capacity of non-readers.
Autocorrecting a grammar mistake when I see one has been imprinted in my personality, so having a nine-to-five job that involves editing and proofreading is a no-brainer for me. It’s like doing what I do best but being paid to do it.
I was so vocal about my dislike for people who commit grammar errors to the point that some of my friends, especially the English majors, removed me from their social media for fear of being publicly shamed for a stupid grammatical mistake.
Juggling three hobbies at a time may be tough, but I realize there’s no harm in doing it. After all, these activities keep me engaged.
I want to inspire as many people as I can; it doesn’t matter how small my following is. I want to become an inspiration to others, too, and at the rate I am going, I am well on my way.