Thursday, September 21, 2017

September Writing Prompts: Day 21

21. Do you share your real self online?

Yes and no. I'd like to think that what you see of me online is the same as what I'm like in real life, but I can't guarantee that. What you see of me online is a highlight reel of my life. I occasionally share when really bad things happen to me, but for the most part, you don't see my bad days where my anxiety is running me ragged, or when I literally have nothing but homework going on in my life for days. But for the most part, I'm honest on the internet. Of course, I don't share super personal details for security reasons. But my hobbies that I share are things that I really do love doing, and my personality is the same in real life and online. I would hope that if you met me, you would think of me as if you know me. That's what I aim for. My favorite people online are those who feel like they are sitting down and visiting with you, and I hope that I am achieving that.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

September Writing Challenge: Day 20

20. What is the story behind your blog's name?

The name of my blog comes from the Millie Keith: Life of Faith Series. The main character, Millie, has a spinster aunt named Wealthy Stanhope. She's not a main character in the series, and only appears in a few books, but she became one of my inspirations for life within the first page.

The first scene she is featured in, she is sitting on the mantle of the fireplace, dusting, and singing hymns at the top of her lungs. It showcases very well the type of character she is: unique, and confident in herself. She's also fearless in her faith, leaves a trail of prayer and the love of God behind her wherever she goes, and trusts God's plan wherever he leads her. She's compassionate as well, not only to her family but to everyone she comes across, and she's an independent woman who is not afraid to do anything. Travelling across the continent, defending herself with her sturdy umbrella, and never letting her nieces settle for any less than they deserve. She's willing to try anything she pleases, whether it's proper or not.

Basically, she's the Proverbs 31 woman, and everything I want to be in life. So it was only fitting to name my blog after her. I'd highly recommend reading the books by the way. They're very inspirational, and one of my favourite series to date.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

September Writing Challenge: Day 19

19. What lessons are you currently learning?

I'm not sure if I can put this lesson into words properly, but I'll try. 

Currently, I've been going through a really dry spell in my faith. I feel like, no matter what I do, no matter how much I give things over to God, no matter how long I wait for his timing, nothing ever happens. And I've really been trying to connect with him too. I've been reading my bible (in fact I just read through the whole Bible), I've been memorizing scripture, I've been attending bible study regularly, I've been talking to friends and mentors about my situation, and I've been praying. Basically, everything they tell you to do, I've done it, but still, there's been no answer. Don't get me wrong, I know that there are just periods where God is silent, and I'm not questioning whether or not he's real or if I should be following him; I've seen too much to do that. But it does leave me in a hard spot, where I'm waiting for him to help me with what's going on, but I feel like he's not listening. It's been extra hard because I feel like everyone around me is getting their prayers answered, which is great and I'm really happy for them, but it's still hard to sit on the same problem week after week with no end in sight.

So I suppose the lesson is learning to wait out the dry spells. Or maybe it's just patience in general? Or it could also be a lesson in trusting God. Unfortunately, I just don't know yet. I suppose I'll let you know once I'm out the other side.

Monday, September 18, 2017

September Writing Challenge: Day 18

18. What fear have you conquered?

I used to be deathly afraid of needles. So much so that when I had to get a cavity filled in 6th grade I had an emotional breakdown and had to be pinned down in order for them to insert the shot into my mouth. I honestly thought I would never conquer my fear, and I had resigned myself to a difficult life of trying to avoid needles whenever possible.

In my senior year of high school, I had to get vaccinations before heading to university. I was terrified to say the least. I had my mom come with me, and I was prepared to make a fool of myself, as always. When we got there, I squeezed her hand tightly, and I looked away as the doctor readied the needles. I was so scared, and my heart was beating so hard I thought I might pass out. But I didn't. I managed to not whip around at the first press of the needle, and I didn't scream or even cry. And it was over before I knew it.

I have no idea how I conquered that fear. I think I just grew out of it. There aren't many things that really scare me anymore, the older I get. Maybe it's me being apathetic, but I feel like life is too short to waste time freaking out about things that don't matter. But whatever the reason, I am now no longer as afraid of needles as I once was. Don't get me wrong, I still don't like them. But I've been able to get shots, both vaccinations in my arm and one shot in my mouth at the dentist, and even have blood drawn, with no problems. Hopefully, that will remain the case from now on.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

September Writing Prompts: Day 17

17. Write your bucket list:
  • Visit Japan
  • Visit Ireland
  • Research my ancestry and apply for Cherokee citizenship
  • Meet another Mori person in real life
  • See Ragtime or Into the Woods live
  • Learn to play the Harp
  • Master my favorite Chopin piece
  • Master Claire de Lune
  • Learn how to say sentence in Quenya
  • Speak Japanese fluently
  • Learn archery
  • Hike the Appalachian trail
  • Learn to flatfoot as well as I can clogg
  • Own a horse
  • Live in a tiny house
  • Go completely zero waste (or at least as close as I can)
  • Memorize a good chunk of scripture (~50 verses)
  • Have my own garden
  • Own a snake
  • Finish a NaNoWriMo novel
  • Go on a solo road trip
  • Have a repertoire of vegetarian meals to make that I love
  • Make 1000 paper stars, and decide on a good wish for them
  • Experience hanami
  • See Orla Fallon in concert
  • See the Wailin' Jennys in concert
  • See Popoyans in concert
  • See Ichiko Aoba in concert
  • See Jonathan Coultan in concert
  • See Regina Spektor in concert
  • See Thousand Foot Krutch in concert
  • Visit Disney World again
  • Sell a piece of artwork
  • Pass the teachers licensing test
  • Plant tree
  • Illustrate a book

September Writing Prompts: Day 16

16. What is one/a few of the funniest thing(s) you have ever seen or heard?

Anything on my Pinterest board would work to answer this question. But I'll give you a few of my favorites.

George Washington memes:

The Bad Kid Jokes tumblr. Here are some of the gems you'll find there.

Q: What do you get when you cross a t-rex and a chicken?
A: Nothing but death
Q: What’s the difference between a ps4 and a Xbox One.
A: The name. 
 Q: What did the flashlight say to the car?
 A: Stop it I am changing.
 This picture I took of my dog:

And finally, Adam Young's twitter page. It's a gem:

Friday, September 15, 2017

September Writing Prompts: Day 15

15. What is your earliest childhood memory?

My earliest childhood memory is honestly kind of embarrassing. I was about 4 or 5 years old, and I was playing with my best friend at the time. Her name was Elizabeth and she was about 8 or so, and I wanted desperately to be as cool as she was. However, I had no idea how to do so, so I did the only thing I could think of. I stole her Barney doll.

Now you're probably thinking, "why the heck would that make you cool?" Short answer: it doesn't. But I thought it was Elizabeth's cool toys that made her cool. Of course, that was a stupid thought. But I didn't know that.

So, anyways, while we were playing one day I took the Barney doll and I ran out of her house and down the street to my own house. I thought I was really cool for doing this, and I hid the doll in my toy room. However, I had grabbed the doll and left the house while Elizabeth was watching, so naturally, she followed me home and told my mom what I'd done. My mom was super mad at me and made me give it back. Elizabeth just thought it was hilarious, and she teased me a little about it. 

At that time, I was super mad at my plans being foiled. Now, I just look back and cringe. But at least it makes for a good story to tell,