The topic for the first week is asking why I started this challenge.
When I saw this award on a fellow bloggers blog, I thought it was a good idea to do it. Now, I am normally a thankful person. I didn’t start the challenge because I felt I needed to be thankful about things in my life, but because I want to be MORE thankful. Its not like I love challenges either. I’ll tell you a secret (shh😌). I’m not a fan of challenges, but it’s always good to pose yourself some challenges. I’m trying to build up to a better version of myself, cause I know there can be no growth without challenge, and no challenge without change.
See it as a purpose of sorts. While thankful for things in my life, there are some things you don’t really remember to be thankful for.
Like the sun. I don’t like the sun, and even now I’m adamant about being thankful for it, but with this challenge, I would be made to actually admit being thankful for them. I know that there are some kind of jobs that cannot survive if there is no sun, and while I’m not in that kind of job, it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be thankful for it.
So yeah. That’s what this award is going g to be all about. It’s going to let me think, give me some challenges and you tell me what’s better than challenges? *cue sore expression. (Ice cream, burger and writing, are better than challenges duh) Though you’re writing now so…. (get out 😑)
I’m also going to participate in more challenges as the year goes on.
The daily prompts I reply to are challenges in itself and I feel good when I’m able to carve out a story or a poem out of a word.
You ask me why I start this.
You probably think it’s a lame idea,
Challenges are good
And while I do not like them
I know that I’ve got to grow
And there is no growth without challenges
I want to push myself.
To that version of myself
When I’m able to look at myself,
And have no regrets.
Is that even possible?
It’s said that we humans
Are the worst judge of ourselves
It could be,
I’m just here
Trying to write away
To block the things about myself
That I’m not really proud of.
Purpose let’s me feel that
It gives me very little time
To think of that
Which I don’t like about myself.
And I tell you,
It’s a lot.
The weird acts
The nice ones too
Don’t forget the “always happy girl”,
Eager to want to talk to you
The I don’t give a fuck attitude sometimes too
And some more,
Do a great deal
To take away
The probing eyes of the people
From getting to really know me
But also make me seem irrelevant,
Someone that could be easily dismissed.
Hi. This poem got away with me, you probably noticed. I was just going to write about the challenge but well, this is what we got. Apparently what I’ve been feeling like for a while now.