I may just be the inspiration you need

I may just be your best friend or your worst enemy, but at least I will take pride in being one of the extremes. I think I came out a little too strong there, but in all honesty, that might be the case. You will either love what I have to say or you won’t. Either way, I’ll keep going.

This is not your typical rant because I’m sure you get enough of that from your nearest and dearest. I have neither the calm, joyful temperament of Cinderella nor the eternally serene and chirpy outlook of Snow White. So, if you imagined me as a polite, soft-spoken, shy writer, this is going to be a disappointing one for you. You signed up for sass, not sugar!

This is me being sick and tired of behaving myself in public when most people can’t be bothered to extend the same courtesy. This is me feeling jaded by the constant need to be kind and courteous to the very people I work for and with, even though they wouldn’t care if I dropped dead tomorrow. This is me stuck in a stinking, rotting rut in my 30s (the so-called prime years), not knowing what to do with my life. My career is going nowhere, my love life is non-existent, my bank balance vanishes with every blink of an eye, my acne-prone skin is that of a teenager who has just hit puberty, and yet my body reminds me that I can no longer survive on instant noodles for three days straight. And no, I’m not exaggerating!

Since this blog will be anonymous (at least, for as long as possible, because some of you smarty-pants will try to pierce the veil I’ve placed), I bear the duty of giving you an honest picture of the writer behind the words.

She is the force of wind that will blow your perfectly styled hair out of place, the force of water that will ruin your well-ironed outfit, the force of earth that will shatter the ground beneath your feet, and the force of fire that will burn the delusional image you have of yourself. Yeah, that’s right—I am a force to be reckoned with. This is me laughing, because I can’t even manage to sound persuasive. Lol!

I’ll be ranting about everything and anything, but it’s really my way of reminding myself to keep choosing the right path, no matter how hard it gets. This is so that kindness is not a choice we make when it suits us. Still, a girl’s got to rant before she does the right thing.

The plan, after all, is to make it into Heaven (if it exists), so the pressure is on. This is my way of taking the reins of my life back, because I am the only one who gets to decide what I want to do and how I will do it… of course, within boundaries.

Hey, did I hear you say that that’s boring? Sweetheart, if karma isn’t real, you wouldn’t dare to step into my barely lit, dingy basement!

Yeah, so I am nice!

That’s what this blog is about: releasing the negativity that inevitably creeps in and instead letting in the positivity. And in case you’re wondering…no, it won’t sound like a sermon in a religious institution. Relax, no donation box at the end of this page…yet.

I promise to leave you feeling a little more optimistic about yourself, to remind you that there really is light at the end of the tunnel. Honestly, it’s also a reminder to myself that everything will eventually work out. So, in the words of almost every self-help book ever written, there’s a reason you came across this blog. It found you, and you owe yourself this. Gee, such big words!

By now, you’ve probably sensed a little desperation. Hehe! Just kidding… no, actually, I’m not. With everything going on in my life, your appreciation and validation are what I seek. Talk about desperation!

So… please like me (picture me smiling with every tooth visible)! And if you don’t, well, I’ll still be here oversharing my life anyway.

So, tune in for the next article! Until then, ciao!