When i first started writing, i wasn’t regularly doing it. On some days, the urge to write down how i feel won the battle over laziness. Others, the latter took over. That was the reason why, at the start of this journey, i had blank pages for days before having another entry. It wasn’t supposed to be easy, but it’ll be worth it. I hung on those words to ‘just try one more time’. And i was thankful i did. The mentality to try just one more time, after numerous failures, led to one big final success. Till this day, as i’ve numbered my days in hope to see how far i’ve come, i am writing my Day 995 today.
Now i write almost about anything in my journal. Settling down on journalling with ‘Day One’, the experience with it has been absolute. As flexibility and functionality blends in the app, thoughts and emotions gets spread onto those white blank pages like butter on bread.
A few ideas to kickstart your habit of journalling today:
– Search deeply and write down what made your day special today.
– Thoughts that bugged you throughout the day, to keep it in the pocket and out of your mind.
– Some planning for the next day, introduce a little excitement before you sleep tonight.
You don’t have to know where your final destination is; Sometimes you just have to trust the process that by doing so, it’ll lead you somewhere.
Cheering for you, wherever you reside, whatever you choose to put your time and energy into. Thank you for reading.
Small actions lead to huge achievements, a single step leads to a thousand miles, a dollar causes the most problems. This is the story i’ve learned from a short life experience with accounting: never dismiss that one dollar. It’ll come back to haunt you more than you’ll ever know.
With whatever short experiences i’ve garnered for the past few months, the journey thus far had been breathtaking – literally breath taking. It was a steep learning curve i’ve come to terms with, with mistakes made at every turn – which i later learned how to resolve and avoid committing them at all in the first place. With a fistful number of problems i’ve encountered, i come to realise that i’ve had the most issues with little nitty dollar that i dismissed rather casually and quickly. They’re shady – in the sense where they can hide better than huge numbers. “One dollar can be the hardest to track” – my boss once said, while we were going through the financial statements. How true it has come to be. We no longer think much of a dollar. But i happen to, with the work that i’ve come to do.
“One dollar causes the most problem”, i’ve said to myself over and over, trying to understand this concept in all possible perspectives. In relation to working with numbers, it’ll be like battling against the nosy mosquitos who couldn’t keep their beak-like mouth shut – it’s frustrating and irritating. Yet amidst the frustration brings a hope of glitter, knowing that as much as how little things can cause huge disturbances, little actions can cause monumental differences. What we have told ourselves about how we couldn’t make a difference in this vast world, or how a single kind act today wouldn’t change the world for the better, or what we do don’t matter, might stand on the foundation that is now heavily shaken. If a dollar can do something like that, what more can a mere human do? I suppose it’s more than what we think we could. We only need to convince our minds of that.
In work, it’s annoying. In life, it’s hope. Like most things, mentality’s a double-edged sword, powered by the thinking we choose to settle for.
Just an interesting story i thought i’d like to share.
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I had it written down somewhere, 16 April 2014. Nudged by unsettling nerves which eventually settled, I celebrated an occasion on rising above the mostly imagined insurmountable waves – by writing it down. I overcame a public speaking presentation for a mandatory course in my first year of university. Story short, I thought the worst out of the situation but the event unfolded rather positively. I wanted it to be a constant reminder that most of my worries are the product of my imaginations running wild, to snap myself out of the fictional bubble I enclose myself in if the need arises. As far as human minds go, I realized that this concept never sticks: “Most of our worries never happen. ” It could be in human’s nature to have the tendency to worry even if we knew the odds, even if the odds play favorably for us. Therefore, as an attempt to hack the mind, I wanted to safe-keep a personal victorious scene somewhere, in case the mind starts going bonkers and stand against myself (so much for loyalty).
That was my starting point. That was my trigger, my memorable first baby steps into journaling.
Fortunately and unfortunately, just like any other interest, it is easier to start something than to maintain it. A flicker of fire sparks the light in us, but a simple unintended overlook might extinguish the flame that once burned so bright. As far as I see it, the good side is, if you’re sticking with it even after failing a couple of times, that’s a pretty good hint that it might be what you’re searching high and low for; You might have just stumbled upon your passion that you actively seek. Just like the story of the red thread of fate, just like how god ties an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet, just like how cords can be pulled and tangled but never broken, you’ll find your passion just like how you’ll meet your persons.
My first baby steps into journaling had its own setbacks, frequently restarting me back at zero. But ultimately, it has evolved slowly but steadily, from baby steps to giant strides.
That’s my story. What’s yours?
The idea of having a blog came with lots of exhilaration with an equivalent seed of unease. I wasn’t a good writer, but writing has been an immensely incredible hobby for me. Recording my life in a journal as I go became a place for solitary, embracing calm and peace in the unrested mind and worrisome soul. But blogging’s entirely different – it’s a whole new ball game.
Just like any journey we choose to embark on, the unchartered path makes me waver and stand rooted to the ground. The first post never came, even when the days went by.
It was like the waves crashed hard onto the shore even before I could start surfing – and before I know, I’ve retreated for the safer grounds. (Waves being worries and attempts at writing a blog being surfing. )
Nonetheless, I was excited about the prospect of it. Imagining riding the waves with intricate skills, flaunting to the deep blue sea and smirking at the bright sun staring down at me. I was, however, skipping the steps in between – the inevitable daily practices. Getting to the end game right from the start isn’t possible, and it wouldn’t have been as fun and satisfying. That was my final attempt just thinking about it and the first considerable effort in writing out my first draft to this post. I took my time to decide on the fancy surfboard (the name for the blog – sorry the metaphor continues) I’ll venture the sea with, and walked towards the water with gusto. Now I know I’m ready to get my feet wet.
Reading the waves is part of the surfing game – an art to master to get better at it. The waves are what determines the direction. I’d hold on to the slightest hope that it works the same with writing and with blogging because the direction of the blog is still pretty blurry at the moment. With time, with practice, fingers crossed, I’m hoping that it gets easier to interpret the hidden hints and make everything clearer for the reader and myself. For the moment, I’ll just ride the waves and write whatever stories that come to mind. No more delay.
This is my humble beginning to something new. Come along if you’re feeling it.