I’ll Have Another Cup of Coffee

Learning to romanticize and take life slowly.

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I’m a few years out of college, still figuring out what comes next (just applied to grad school—wish me luck). Nothing too fancy going on right now, but I’ve realized life feels more interesting when you slow down and romanticize the little things.

This blog is my space to write about everyday moments, random lessons I stumble across, and the kind of thoughts that usually stay hidden in my notes app.

If you like simple stories with a bit of meaning, we’ll probably get along quite well here.

  • Clutter

    A jump-start, so to say, so forgive me for the poor penmanship. It’s been a while.

    I know it’s not spring. But I want to call this a spring cleaning. A reset of the mind, so to say. What’s a season to me if not just a time frame? A big cleanup can and will always help. Why do you think some people clean when they’re anxious? It helps them think clearer. That’s exactly where I’m at right now—I want to clean so I can think. Odd as that sounds… And I mean everything. The clutter. The unnecessary photos. The notes. Makeup. Shit, even socks! Down to the nitty gritty.

    Now that we’re here, might as well say it straight. As an overthinker, I self sabotage quite often. Yes it’s a way of running from the day to day life. A way of procrastinating, if I may. It’s that freeze instinct. Is it an instinct? God forbid I go and do what I should, right? That’s a lengthy list but I become stuck at a certain point. So here I am, spilling my thoughts for whoever will read I guess.

    More to come as the word vomit comes up bit by bit.

  • Deer in Headlights: Writers’ Block

    A jump-start, so to say, so forgive me for the poor penmanship. It’s been a while.

    I decided to begin my first post on the topic of getting ourselves stuck. Since I went through the process of creating this blog, I want to kick it off by getting myself out of a rut, more so in the sense of the process of writing more than anything. A jump-start, so to say, so forgive me for the poor penmanship. It’s been a while.

    Writers block is something that only exists in our mind when we force ourselves. Or myself at least. I cannot speak for everyone. It’s a creative block. You sit down, wanting to write, yet you have nothing. In a sense, we’re like deer. Except that instead of a fight or flight response, we freeze up. Just like a deer that gets caught in the high beams of an oncoming car.

    How to get out of it? I’m not at all educated on this idea, but I can only guess based on prior experience. Move. Get up and go for a walk. Don’t be stuck in the headlights of oncoming traffic. Listen to a friend, a song, a podcast. I’ve come to find that all the best thoughts come when we move our bodies. It stimulates dopamine and exercises our brain. Because when do we write? Journal? When we’ve exhausted our minds in one way or another. Whether that be from happiness or sadness or anger. When nothing goes on, we become docile. Our minds can’t come up with anything fruitful to write, since we believe that things are “normal” or not “out of the ordinary”. Something needs to happen for us to sit down and come up with pages without getting stuck.

    Once you start writing, it only becomes easier. Even if for only a small burst of energy. We write until our fingers stop moving, not until we run out of ideas. I like to call it “word vomit,” except it spills out from your fingertips. We’re always full of ideas, we just gotta shake them out sometimes. Like a deer, we keep moving to avoid getting struck by a car, or in this sense, by writers’ block. But that’s just my take.