The feelings come in like house guests, starting with shock.
Last night, I had a rough patch.
The gist of it was that I felt that no matter what I did or made, it will not matter because nobody knows I exist. I didn’t blip on anyone’s radar. I’m invisible and will never be recognized for anything.
Money: whether or not we think it’s relevant, in a
Capitalist modern society, money is important. It’s what (currently) makes the world go round and what we use to accomplish many a task.
Being a fangirl of many things, along with spending a whole day on YouTube and some moments of reflection, I decided to make a vlog about the relationship between supporting your faves and being financially stable.
“Uhh, what’s with the title? What’s “The Secret Life of Ordinary Things”?”
So I don’t know if you know but in case you didn’t know, I’m trying to write a book. Currently, the working title is “The Secret Life of Ordinary Things”. It’s a compilation of my writings about my life: the mundane, everyday-ness of life from my somewhat introspective perspective.
I am not the best at maintaining a blog. I’m sure by my lack of posts and content that you’ve figured that out by now.
I’m feeling particularly thoughtful and not necessarily in the good way.