I have adjusted my postings to every other day until the challenge is over. Today’s prompt is how negativity impacts my health. As a result of working from home, grieving my father’s death and adjusting to a return to office work, my physical health has declined. At the start of the pandemic in 2019, I weighed 250lbs. By the fall of 2020, I had achieved a weight of 200lbs. Since the spring of 2021, I…
Today is the halfway point of the 30 Day Blogging Challenge. No prompt today, just my own thoughts. In writing these last two weeks I find my focus gravitating between excitement and boredom. The excitement comes from trying to get my words onto the page. However, I have found boredom to be the main feeling I experience when writing. I know I chose the writing prompts to build a foundation, but I still feel…
It is now the fourteenth day of this blogging challenge. I missed yesterday’s posting due to fatigue, but I made a commitment to trying to write a post every day. As mentioned in previous posts, I will be using writing prompts to build the foundation of this habit. Today’s prompt regards life expectations vs the reality that I experience. Like many people growing up at the tail end of neoliberal policy, I had a…
Today I’m getting back to using writing prompts. I started to write this challenge to replace a negative habit of consuming media. I think part of the reason that I feel miserable in my isolation is due to the overconsumption of information. Too much of anything is often bad for you. For myself that used to be alcohol and weed. Though I have drastically reduced my alcohol intake in the last two years, I should…
It has been nine days since I’ve committed to this challenge. Many articles state that it takes 30 days to build a habit. I missed posting on day eight to file taxes. Therefore days eight and nine will be my personal reflections on what I felt when building this writing habit. Prompts work but I have trouble articulating what I want to say At the beginning of this challenge, I committed to using writing prompts.…
I am still using writing prompts to build my foundations. Today’s prompt is stating the meaning of my life. The short answer is to be happy. The longer answer gets more complicated. Happiness is something that I often struggle with because everything is fucked from my socially dead perspective. I will use a James Baldwin quote that expresses my current worldview: “To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to…
I have now been writing for five days in a row. Continuing these 30 days of blogging is making me uncomfortable, but I had to commit to it like a fool. As stated before, I am using writing prompts to help build my writing foundations. Today’s prompt is about open-mindedness. Why open-mindedness is important for me? Throughout my life existing within the system of white supremacy I have often been seen as lesser…
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…
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…
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…