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30 Days of Blogging: Day 12 Yoga
It is now my twelfth entry for the 30 Days of blogging challenge. Today’s prompt is about a specific form of exercise that you’ve come to love and why. In the last two weeks, I have begun a yoga habit. As a large-bodied person, I have often struggled with maintaining a healthy weight. In my twenties, I tried a variety of exercises to try to lose weight. For a time I had taken up…
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30 Days of Blogging: Day 11 Journaling Negativity
It is now the 11th day of this blogging challenge. The flow of words is coming more naturally now. I’m not really in a rush or writing to be picked up by search engine robots. Today’s prompt is about journaling negativity. With my own introverted personality and pessimistic outlook. To deal with such disappointments I have taken to writing. In a sense, these blog posts are a form of journaling. Journaling as an introvert…
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30 Days of Blogging: Day 7 Art
This is the seventh article of the 30 day of blogging challenge. Today’s prompt is about art. I think I’ll take a lazy approach and just link a few articles that I had written prior on the subject while I deal with tax season. Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain What can I do with my art If you enjoyed reading these articles please subscribe to Conditional Humanity.
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30 Days of Blogging: Day 4 Mental Health Impacts Physical Health
It is now the fourth day of this 30-day blogging challenger. As stated in previous posts, I am using writing prompts to build my habit. Today’s prompt is on “how mental health impacts physical health.” This one speaks to me as a person who has often struggled with maintaining a healthy weight. Mental health often impacts everything that we do. It has been a struggle to do anything at times with my introverted personality…
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30 Days of Blogging: Day 3 Discovering Morals
It is now the third day of my 30 Days of Blogging Challenge. Previously I announced using prompts to build a foundation. Today’s prompt is from the non-fiction suggestions. I am to write about discovering morals. What are my morals? Merriam-Webster defines morals as: Definition of moral 1a : of or relating to principles of right and wrong in behavior : ethical moral judgments b : expressing or teaching a conception of right behavior…
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30 Days of Blogging: Day 2 Finding Prompts
It is now day two of my 30 days of blogging commitment. I am now experiencing the same problem I have had whenever I try to start a challenge, I have nothing to guide me. In my past experiences, using guides and planning what I wanted to do did help. Recent world and life events, unfortunately, often lead to my demotivation and abandonment of interests. I am too stressed to think of what to create…
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30 days of Blogging: Day 1 Personal thoughts
I’ve resigned myself to writing for my own personal benefit instead of remuneration. In the last several years of trying to configure myself into functioning within the system of racial capitalism, I have only made myself miserable. As of writing, an ageing autocrat has invaded another sovereign nation for the foolishness of an immortality project. The collective inhumanity that I, as a dislocated African experience, alongside billions is once again shrugged off as nothing…
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My Hesitation to Write is Internalized Racism
The title says it all. It’s what I feel when I try to write about what I see in the world. I’m still policing my thoughts and feelings. I know that I will be attacked for writing about myself. I hate feeling like this. It shows that I still have this slave mentality of “keep your head down, and everything will be okay.” I’m sick of it; I’m sick of having to pretend that I’m…
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Empty Thoughts Today
I feel empty today. It’s not depression or anger, just emptiness. I feel as if nothing matters anymore. I ‘m telling myself I don’t want to draw today, though I know I should. I don’t see the point in being alive today. I am not suicidal, just aware that I don’t feel alive. I feel like this because I’ve grown complacent. I am complacent because I am alone. I am alone because I am afraid.…