Monica's Blog
This is a place for me to write about things that don't fit my ✨serious✨ writing in my publication THROUGH THE MYTHIC GLASS. In this blog, I want to write about all the other random things that are taking up space in my brain. Most likely, whatever the most recent rabbit hole I fall down is...
Apologies to the self-love advocates, but ngl, my inner critic is a sarcastic bitch.
Why is it so hard to do the thing you wish you had more time (or more energy) to do? That thing is different for each of us, but there's
Why is it so hard to do the thing you wish you had more time (or more energy) to do? That thing is different for each of us, but there's a common string that connects them all. My thing is writing about a subject extremely important to me, but another
Somewhere between chill AF and Type A notetaker: Zettelkastens, Obsidian, and Personal Knowledge Management.
I'm not a hoarder (not typically, anyway.) My mom was a hoarder, and when I left my childhood home, I SWORE I would never be the same. So, and now,
I'm not a hoarder (not typically, anyway.) My mom was a hoarder, and when I left my childhood home, I SWORE I would never be the same. So, and now, as an adult, I'm QUICK to throw out anything that isn't actually useful (or something that actually brings me joy,
They say karma's a bitch, but Imposter Syndrome is a cruel bully
It's amazing how imposter syndrome will still continue to rear its ugly head no matter how many times I encounter it: in therapy, in journaling, accepting it head-on, or trying
It's amazing how imposter syndrome will still continue to rear its ugly head no matter how many times I encounter it: in therapy, in journaling, accepting it head-on, or trying to run away from it. What I do after each encounter with imposter syndrome may fluctuate each time, but it
Fanning away the miasma of depression, one writing session or workout at a time
Previously, I only snuck in an hour of writing maybe once a week, if I were lucky. I'd write on a weekday, after dinner, when my spouse was playing video
Previously, I only snuck in an hour of writing maybe once a week, if I were lucky. I'd write on a weekday, after dinner, when my spouse was playing video games, thinking, Well, this would be a good time to! But otherwise, I'd spend most of the week upset with