Looking over the sea from a Greek island with a group of strangers. Some moments are too beautiful to keep to yourself.
Fear is a real part of my life. A real emotion I feel every day. And with the new year coming up, I’ve started thinking about the direction I want my life to go and how to get there.
A bike casually perched on a bridge. The beautiful canals loop through the city and reflect the stunning architecture that lines their banks.
I went to university in Scotland, and over there they do classes differently. Preparedness is valued, and if you aren’t prepared, you receive judgmental glares from a disappointed lecturer who then marks down your paper. Uni exhausted me, but I did learn my lesson.
Simple, yet beautiful between the willow trees. Walking next to the stream, listening to the water and wind, wandering to the stone steps. Peace. Perhaps how the creator of such a soothing place wished love could be.
Sometimes when I’m writing, I notice that I’m saying the same thing over and over. It’s not fun to read. Then I feel like a failure and a crappy writer that no one will ever like or want to publish. So I’ve come up with a simple method to help.
In the Park Güell. There’s space for an entire neighborhood, but only a few houses were ever completed. Perched on a hill overlooking the city. It felt like stepping into another world.
I am not a morning person. Mornings are a nice concept, but I don’t have to experience them to know they happen. When I started writing, I realized that mornings were a huge part of my day.
A moment of sunlight streaming through the mountains. Taken in Glacier National Park, one of the prettiest places I’ve been on earth.
This might be sort of silly, but I love mugs. I made a rule for myself to curb the habit. I don’t buy mugs unless they give me inspiration. It’s turned into a writing exercise that helps me improve my writing.