Letting Go For Good

Letting go is one of the hardest and the most liberating thing a person can do.

You let go of the impossible goals you’ve set on for.

You let go of the feelings towards people who puts you in a bad situation.

And become fully self-actualized in a moment when you gained something from losing something really important.

Yesterday, I was at the church, and the priest talked about letting go. He explained that letting go will lead you to greatest happiness you never thought you’ll ever have, bring into a state of balance and stability and learned and understand at one point that everything happens for a reason, and what’s meant to be will happen as long as you trust and believe.

It was such good timing because I’m on a verge of letting go or I’ve been slowly letting go of the fantasy I think will become a reality years from now. That’s not to say, I’m not going to have the last effort to make this fantasy come true. Well, it won’t really come true, days had passed, and I realized that my interest on it is decreasing day by day. Maybe because I’m finally getting out for good from my bubble I constructed to protect myself and my future or maybe because I’m starting to see things I haven’t been seeing before. Making the last effort for it is to prove to myself that what I learned about it is not really meant to be.

Another thing that letting go creates in your life, it gives you something important to you too.

I gained something, not just one but a lot of more. And I am more than grateful because it never occurred to me that it would happen.

I gained the opportunity to do what I love, writing. I got another chance to pursue my other passion, singing, and my passion for the piano that I’ve lost maybe eleven or twelve years ago is back. Getting them back in my life made me the happiest person because I gave them up years ago.

God has been really good to me this year, not that he hasn’t been good in the previous years. I have to admit I’ve lost my way and became distrustful compared to how I was before in high school.

This year, what happened to me, made me somehow self-actualized. Letting go led me to my peak experience I’ve become much more happier, accepting, appreciative, grateful, considerate, positive, beautiful inside and out, confident about myself, active than I was before, more open-minded, it has given me more perspectives, made me think out of the box more often and see things differently.

You should try it too! It’s not easy, it’s hard, and very painful but it’s worth it. I assure you that.

Trust my word when I say that if it’s meant to be, it will happen and if it’s not something better will be given to you.

Motivation Drives US

Writing my first draft has been a slow process to me but it’s going.

So today I ask myself, what should I do to bring back the confidence I have in writing from the start this first in a different format.

Writing this before as a novel is actually an exciting, moving process for me. I don’t have a writer’s block, I’m just not feeling inspired. I’m not depress, I just feel sad. Anyway enough making excuses, it’s time to motivate myself.

Before I decided ┬áto move on from this guy, I’m so confident that we’re meant to be because all the signs point to him, all evidence, science, logic, and even God’s signs. I am now moving on, I feel great about myself. I don’t think less of myself because I know my personality, my sign, my strengths and my weaknesses. Now that I have moved on at one point, I will admit that all those signs still points to him. So why am I not confident anymore?

It’s easy, because I’ve let the past get to me. I need to learn to ignore it and focus myself on the positive things and those positive signs. Yes, I’m moving on and at one point had moved on, but those signs gives me security, assurance, and confidence for the future that God has plans for me or is holding something for me at the end of the line.

I feel fired up and excited because those signs serves as evidence to me. They are studied, recorded, categorized, and even other people served as witnesses of those signs being true. Those people are my allies and boost to my confidence.

So by the end of the day, I’m expecting to finish at least 7 pages of my draft, and then I’m 110 pages to go. I am again excited, confident, proud, and happy about myself.

I just want to say now that I can’t wait to meet my Robin Hood. I know Marian is a strong character but I believe that in the first few stories, she’s actually portrayed as a damsel in distress that needs saving all the time.

I’m strong, I always believed that I don’t need saving because I can take care of myself just fine. In fact I save people all the time from themselves, and their problems and I’m not a damsel in distress but it would be nice to be saved once in a while.

Wish me luck! If you have problems, ask me and I’ll do my best to help and support.

There is nothin…

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
– Ernest Hemingway

One of the tips I’ve got from writing years ago is that don’t wait for the inspiration to come to write.

Instead learn to court your muse. Push yourself to write anytime and anywhere, and in the end you will be able to train your mind to create ideas anytime and anywhere.

Months ago, there was a day where I planned to write a chapter for the novel I was working on, it was a very happy chapter, well it wasn’t a happy ending chapter but the chapter is more like a revelation. I made that planned the night before.

The next day, it turned out to be one of those days where everything gets to you, where you get reminded of everything painful, so during that day, I felt so brokenhearted.

What I did, is pushed myself to write that chapter. I made it but it was very painful. I was crying even while I was writing that happy chapter. I was proud of myself that day. It also made me realize that it is possible and that when you use your emotions or something painful and convert it to writing, it brings out good results.

In the past, when I get angry, all I do is write to my friend, and then the anger disappears or if not, I just write. Writing is a therapy to me.

Now, my other trial in writing is my first draft which I mentioned from my previous post, I’ve been writing it for months but I’m adapting it to another format. I have the characters, the outline, and the story. I realized that it’s the kind of writing I’m really passionate about since I read a lot of stories in that format since in grade school. I’m also incorporating some changes on the story. It reminds me of something very personal and painful. After all some of the things we write come from our experiences. It’s different from my experience but some how has similarities too.

Now I fully understand what Mr. Ernest Hemingway means.