Mother Nature’s Solo

The woodpecker takes the role of percussion,

the bubbling brook,

the coo of a distant bird.

The melodic sound of the wind blowing through the trees,

the delicate crunch of leaves under the hoof of a passing deer,

the gentle humming of a bumble bee.

As the sun wakes upand sings her morning song.

The world is an orchestra,

building to a crescendo,

conducted by Mother Nature.

And you are the audience,

giving it the standing ovation it deserves.

Fair Maiden

One man’s ruins is another man’s castle.

Turrets, four; guarding against an enemy unknown.

Up the tight corkscrew staircase

Uneven and crumbling,

lit only by the moon through slit windows.

There she is found.

Fair maiden, damsel in distress.

Yet, her sword tongue cuts through your shield.

Her eyes impale, with a glare that says,

“You can not save me.”

For the dragon to be slain,

lives inside the princess.

Sweet Nothings

Much a sweet nothings exchanged from lip to ear and lip to ear.

A shout into the void will receive a reply, my love, I promise you this.

The moon is our moon, the sun belongs to us.

The reason for the universe is simply for us to be.

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Go to your happy place

“Go to your happy place”

lying on a beach in a far away country

with the sun holding you as you drift to sleep,

the gentle breaking of waves singing you a lullaby again again again,

icing sugar sand is your pillow; soft and warm it relaxes you as you let it run through your fingers

but i much prefer the sharp pain of winter on my nose,

artificial warmth from a woollen blanket,

holding my favourite mug with both hands and allowing it to scald my palms,

hard rain incessantly tapping on my window, like they’re canon fodder for a machine gun

familiar shivers running through my body, rocking me like a baby

This is my happy place

The Life-Changing Art of Respecting Yourself

“R-E-S-P-E-C-T, found out what it means to me” – Aretha Franklin

First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and shared my little blog. I have had a sudden spike in readers, and I appreciate you all supporting me and my little corner of the internet!

Secondly, I know you read the title and thought “umm… okay?” but this is an epiphany I have recently had and I want to share it all with you. I also find that writing things down helps me to make sense of things, and so we can go through this little journey of a post together.

I very recently got my first job as a paid writer (yay!) for three online University-themed websites; whatALUMNIsay, WhyStudyHere, and iStudent Global. My very first article for them can be viewed here. So why am I sharing this? Well, somewhat just because I am super proud of myself, but mainly because I accepted this job only after rejecting countless others.

The reason I rejected all the other job offers is because of one thing: I was not going to be paid for my time. I know there is a stereotype that millennials think the world owes them a living and blah blah blah, but the amount of unpaid full-time internships out there is disgusting. I very nearly accepted some of those jobs, as they tried to sell the job to me as “gaining writing experience”.

However, I took a step back and realised that I deserved better. I have this blog I have created nearly a whole year ago which has nearly 100 posts all written, edited, and researched by moi. I have already served my time as an unpaid-worker, and I know have real personal experience of the writing world. I did not need to work Mon-Fri 9-5 completely unpaid in a job that did not respect me, my time, nor my skillset. I felt like I had put in the hours to practise and hone my craft, and I was ready to do it for money.

Fortunately, I came across the job I am in now, and my boss seemed to be a real fan of my work. It feels great to be able to write in a professional environment, have responsibility, be entrusted to utilise my creativity how I see fit, and to learn more skills in editing and SEO. Being in an environment where I am the key writer, and everyone trusts my opinion, is a massive confidence boost and has really helped me to believe in myself. A belief in yourself, and knowing what you deserve, are all parts of respecting yourself.

One last thing I vow to do as an act of self-respect is to ensure that my blog has quality content. At the end of the day, this is my mark on the world and is my portfolio. Sometimes I feel pressured to write a post for the sake of having content, but now I will take time to write posts that really matter to me. People always as me what genre/theme my blog is, and now I will confidently reply that the theme is me.

I would love to hear what you have done recently as an act of respect or self-love, and what tips do you have for realising your full potential?

Lots of love, Evie x