I Want To Throw You Against A Wall, Wrap Your Legs Around My Waist And Kiss You. Kiss You Until We Have

Is it Possible for an Idea to be Beyond Your Skill Level?

                I think writing as a skill is often underappreciated. In that, I mean I think even writers hold ourselves to a standard that no other creator does. Out of all the skills or hobbies, it’s probably one of the least physical ones, which is often seen as the “benchmark” for skill, or the limiting factor in someone improving something.

                For example, musicians get more nimble and can reach their notes quicker and more accurately, allowing them to play more difficult pieces. Athletes get stronger and gain in endurance, allowing them to score more goals or otherwise go farther in the season with their team.

                I see writers all the time who believe they should be able to do anything because they don’t have that physical benchmark to limit how far they can go, and then the draft doesn’t come out how they wanted it to, and they get discouraged.

                Here’s my take, writing as a skill is just like any other. It needs practice. It’s not something you’re either born with or not, it needs to be developed and strengthened.

                With that in mind—I promise your idea isn’t beyond you. No one is ever going to finish a perfect draft on their first try—that’s never how anything works, and it has nothing to do with how “talented” you are.

                Rewrite the scene until it’s capturing what you want it to. Rework that character until they are who you need them to be. Edit until your motifs are coming through. It’s all practice, every draft is another practice towards nailing the end product. Do you think artists nail drawing hands on their first try? What about on their tenth try?

                So why are you holding yourself to this idea that it’s taking too many drafts to perfect?

                It’s okay to keep trying. If you’re really struggling with realizing a concept, take it out of its context. Write the character you want to see in different situations separate from your project. Read how others have done something similar, take notes. Gather sources and inspiration for what you want to do. Reach out to other writer friends for advice.

                Overall, don’t not write because you think it’s beyond you. With a little bit of work and practice, there’s no story you can’t finish.

                Good luck!

The Pinky Finger

Have you ever wondered, how life would be without our pinky finger???

Maine socha hai, yehi ki jo yeh pinky finger haina yeh baddi kamaal ki cheez hai yaar... You know bohot saare najane kyun parr values yeh hold karti hai yeh aapne aander...

Chahe woh ho do logo ke beech kiya hua promise...

Ya ho kisi bacche ka unke parent ke liye pyaar...

Ya ho hamari bacchpan ke friend/unfriend or katti-batti karne ka sabse easy method...

Ya ho do prem karne waalo ke beech mein prem ke ek pull ke jaisa...

Yeh jo pinky finger hai yeh harr moment mein values hold karta hai logo ki life mein... Isn't that beautiful?

And not forget, it being the universal sign for "pee" 😂 This pinky finger has always been by our side... Making our life and showing our emotions easier...

Pinky finger is like that sabse small sibling of the family... Who gets suppressed under the importance of his elder siblings like Middle and Ring finger... Aur sometimes it's sacrifices gets ignored... It's not like the small one isn't making any efforts... It's just that his elder sibling Thumb always steals the limelight in being the best of the bunch...

I don't even know why i thought about it but frankly speaking i can't unthink it now soo decided to share it here... 😂

@wizardcherryblossom hey, wanna hold your pinky finger with mine darling? 👉🏻👈🏻

A House of My Own

Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man’s house. Not a daddy’s. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody’s garbage to pick up after. Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.

Sandra Cisneros

love

Whenever I cry at the absence of love. I go to my backyard and sit on the swing. The same swing that my father loves. I look around and see tall trees, All stand tall as the evidence that there was love and care and nourishment. I see my neighborhood couple sitting on the bench, Her head resting on his shoulder as they talk about their days. I see clothes hanging, Woven with threads of love. I sit there with full belly because my mother cooked with so much. I am full because she made sure I ate enough of my favorite food. I wear my mother's ring and my father's t-shirt and my brother's bracelet. Everything reminds me of love. I am here because my ancestors loved and protected. I was born because of love. I was born to love. I was born to be loved. There was love before me. There will be love after me. There is love everywhere. River flows, birds chirp, Morning comes, people work, in the evening Sky is painted with pastels, Birds return to their nests. At nightfall there are streetlights, There is science because of love. People create for love; People create for the people they love. There is something like soulmates because there is love. There are best friends to love. People grow forests, walk across countries, find cures, cook, sing, dance, die, birth, weave, grow, heal, break All because of love. All for love. If only I were great enough to write a poetry on love, But love is poetry in its very existence.

" HERE"

I feel defeated and tired as I sit on the swing in my backyard in the dark.

Around me, are these tall trees and small plants,Very little stars in the sky,No moon in my sight.As if everything has an agreement of fatigue

.Flute playing from my phone makes me smile a little,Thinking that someone dedicated so much of their time and effort and love into this artwork.How they poured their heart and soul is just evident.

Chirping of cricket confronts me calmly,As if asking my well being.

Wind bustling through leaves,Flowing through my hair;Like a hand of assurance on my shoulder

.Squeaking of insects and croaking of birds tell me everything is going to be okay.

I will be okay, maybe not now, maybe tomorrow.I knew I was going to be okay.Everybody agreed.

Even regulus in the sky.Even though it seems lonely and soft.

But I am here.

Christmas surprise for @bandarrrrr

Hope you like these poems....

@desiblr-secret-santa-exchange

dear reader,

you are important, you are enough, you are beautiful, you are not “too much”, the pain won’t last forever, those negative thoughts aren’t true, i’m proud of you for trying each day, that heavy load you’re carrying will get lighter, everything will be okay ♡

Day 58/365

sometimes that everything you want that might not come in your way that events not turn out that way you want them too

Quick tour of my Notion 🤍

So you've probably heard of Notion as a notetaking/productivity app and if I know anything about, its that it can get very daunting. Notion has a lot of hidden features, and the ones that are presented to you, are huge in number. So it's hard to find a pretty, yet functional Notion page to use.

I got a comment a few days ago asking how I organized my life through Notion, so I thought about giving you a tour.

Enjoy.

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My home page. I wanted to go for a light, summery vibe. Make sure that when you look at it, you feel happy and energised. Whatever you like, coquette, dark academia, coffee shop theme, it doesn't matter. Make sure YOU love it.

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Add some countdowns to important dates (exams, festivals, etc), pictures and playlists to personalise your page.

Don't forget the daily to-do list. I also have this thing I do, called 'What did I do today?' and then I list out all the studying/errands I did today. Great for accountability and motivation.

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My planner for my weekly events and deadlines, and my goals to accomplish.

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Some other pages of my notion. I left out a few for privacy, but you get it.

There is no perfect way to be productive. Everyone has different things that work for them. Search for yours. Inspiration is everywhere. Now shoo, get off your bed, drink some coffee, and get to work. I know you can do it. Xoxo

i think one of the sweetest part of loving someone, is having their wellness prioritised as if it were your own. it's becomes natural to share whatever goodness you have or do, with them. like "oh!! this chocolate is so good! I'm going to save a piece for her!" or instinctively saying their name in every prayer you make. instead of thinking or doing good for only yourself, you do it for them too. love merge people in such a way, that they become not only a part of our life but an extension of us.

I want my kids to see how much their father and I love each other.

I want them to see us share random kisses in the kitchen. I want them to see how excited I am when he walks through the door. I want them to see us always holding hands in public. I want them to see us slow dancing in the kitchen in our pajamas late at night. I want them to know that no matter what, they will always have the stability of mom and dad loving each other. Even though in their young brains they'll think it's gross how affectionate we are, I hope they'll carry on those memories and use us as an example of madly loving your spouse no matter what.

3/5/23 (Day 11)

Solved cardiology questions

Studied neurology

Did a liss workout at home

//Feeling meh today. Studied 5 hours today, just not feeling it. Finished Beef on Netflix tho, really enjoyed that.//