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The Plan

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The last time I posted, I was celebrating a birthday. The next time I post, I’m celebrating the new year.

Yes, I know that it is twenty-nine days past the new year.

But regardless of how many days have passed, it is the new year. That means it is a new opportunity to begin anew and to recharge. Life is a continuous journey, but one with many twists and turns to change.

So, here are five ways that I wish to change. Call them New Year’s Resolutions, if you will. Or not, because calling them New Year’s Resolutions puts too much pressure. They are simply a to-do list.

1–Start my career in the social media / marketing industry. I’ve known for a long time that my passion is in social media. I love to talk to people. I love to give advice. I love to interact with the hope that I am making a difference in people’s lives.  If I can do that on a bigger scale, nothing would make me happier (well, except for my daughter of course).

2–Watch my daughter continue to grow and raise her to be a smart, beautiful toddler. She is eleven months old now and such a joy to behold, however cliche that may sound.

3–Learn, learn, learn everything there is to know about social media. I’ve been using social media for awhile but I also realize that there is still more to learn, particularly since new features and add-ons are constantly being added and implemented. I plan on using SnapChat and Quora and implementing them to continue to grow my personal brand.

4–Read books. Read more books. I love books. I’ve always loved books. I love the written word. I love curling up in bed with a deliciously good book to read.

5–Write. I want to write more. Books, stories, poems, dreams, hopes for the future. I want to write more on the human condition to try to help and motivate others.

So, that’s it. These are my plans for 2017. Comment below and tell me what you plan on doing this year!

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Birthday: A Day of Memory & Hope

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My mother’s birthday was on the fifteenth of September. It was the ninth year that I “celebrated” her birthday without her.

My mother died nine years ago, in 2008. In the beginning it was hard. I was especially close with my mom. I told her everything, or as much as any teenage girl told their mom anyway. Even when I went off to college to live in the dorms, I used to stay up late talking to her on the phone.

It’s been nine years since my mother died. I still think about her everyday. Lately, I’ve been thinking about her more, since the birth of my daughter. I wish that my mom could have lived to see my daughter.

But things happen and you can’t change the past. You can only go forward in life.

Every year, I think of my mom on her birthday. I think of how she died. I think of the memories that we shared when I was a child, a teenager, and a college student. Her birthday is not just another day. It is a day to remember the woman who gave birth to me. It is a day to remember the influence that she had on me. And finally, it is a day to remember and then pass the memories on to my child.

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I Like to Make Believe

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I’ve decided to begin my new year by looking into the past. Specifically, my childhood. And even more specifically, I’d like to explain why I enjoy writing and how it all began. After all, you can’t start or continue something without knowing the very root or essence of it.

I can’t exactly pinpoint the very first day when I decided that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. All I can say is that I was drawn to the very act of writing. Perhaps it is because I’ve always enjoyed reading books. I’ve always been fascinated by the very people who wrote the books that I was so enthralled by. While other kids were learning how to write cursive, I was dreaming about my name — my name— being on the front cover of a book, either as an author or an illustrator, although I’m not much of an artist. But I suppose that’s normal. I suppose that is instinctive for anyone who enjoys reading as much as I did do.

Why did I enjoy reading? It was entertaining. I could escape into another world, a world that often times was much more interesting than mine. It was fascinating to inhabit the mind of someone else or watch as someone went through life. It was even more fascinating when that person was as normal and average as you and I — just someone who’s trying to fit in and find their place in society.

Simply put, I like stories. I like things that have a nice beginning, middle and end. I like to be entertained. And I like to entertain. Even when I was a child, I liked to make-believe and make up stories. I liked to act out stories with my stuffed animals and dolls. I still remember the very first story that I ever wrote. It was called “The Little Boy” and it was about a boy who wanted a party.  I had an imagination, definitely. In fact, I still do.

I guess that’s why, in the end, I majored in Communications in college. But on my journey of getting there, in all of the courses that I took, I enjoyed telling stories. In high school and college, I enjoyed creative writing courses the best. I loved it when my history teacher had us write a creative writing piece about a fictional person who lived during the Bubonic Plague. And when I had to take standardized tests, 9 times out of 10 I chose to write a narrative essay. In college, I loved my PR and social media courses. I enjoyed writing feature stories and press releases and blog posts. Hey, what can I say, I like to tell a story.

And that is why my Communications degree led me to want to pursue a career in content marketing, social media and PR. I haven’t yet found that dream job in my chosen industry but I have hope that I will in 2016. I have hope that I will find work with an amazing company where I am allowed to thrive, learn, and most importantly, make believe.

But until then, I will continue blogging. I will continue writing, specifically working my Nanowrimo novel. I will read more and learn from experts in the writing industry. I will do all this because I have hope.

I have hope. And I will continue to make believe.