It’s not one of my typical posts, but I still wanted to write and share it with you. It’s been a while since we last caught up, and I want to write more frequently. This is my attempt at doing so. After receiving a lot of hate comments in my recent post, I failed to acknowledge the love and support you all have shown me. Today, I am here to focus on the good and let it overshadow the negativity. Additionally, I’ve come to realize that I’ve lost my passion for writing, and my creative juices have stopped flowing.
So, this is a chatty blog. Fasten your seatbelts and get ready!!
Hello, I am Ally, if someday I am comfortable sharing my name I will tell you my name but like any other Indian name it’s complicated. It does contain “Al,” so you have part of my name!
So you can call me an ally
November for me has been difficult. Grab your cup of coffee to hear me rant .
November started with a bang. I had a spiking fever but I continued with my life nevertheless and persevered. But then hell broke down and I fainted thus making me weak and sick.
I met interesting people online in November and they intrigued me.
But it’s in the complicated phase if you know you know!!!!
The second week of November was me just pushing through struggling to make it alive but finally, I knew I had to stop take a pause and figure out things.
I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and take control of my life because I was a miracle.
During the third week of November, I spent a significant amount of time reading and going to the hospital. It involved taking a lot of fluids and medicines, but it also allowed me to read numerous novels. I rediscovered my love for reading, and even though my Goodreads count has to be updated, I managed to read almost 200 books this year..
that’s one thing that I am proud of about myself
The fourth week of November went by in a blur. I don’t remember much, but I did see some amazing shows and movies. Overall, November has been disappointing. It’s the end of the year, and I haven’t achieved anything miraculous, which is quite disheartening. However, I’m okay with not being on top of everything. I’m slowly learning to be grateful and get back to a good headspace. I know my writing has gone rusty, and I agree, but I’m here to make small changes and regain control over myself. One thing I realized and want to work on is my screen time, which is insanely high. I want to reduce it, so I thought I would start by setting timers on all my apps to prevent me from overusing them. I believe it’s always the small steps that lead to the big picture. I hope this change will be for the better. Thank you for staying with me !! Thank you for being so patient!!! Thanks for showing up when I needed you to show up even when I needed You guys have my heart and soul !!! (P.S. I know it’s haphazard but that’s just my style of writing! I am also not going to edit it much because I just want to put it out there!???
A small poem for you guys !!!
In words that dance, a grateful ode, For sticking by, on this blog road. Through lines I weave, you’ve journeyed far, A heartfelt “thank you,” like a guiding star.
Your readership, a cherished gift, In every post, your spirits lift. With each comment, a bond grows strong, In this blog world, where you belong.
So here’s my thanks, sincere and true, For every view and retweet too. Together we explore, create, and share, In this digital space, a friendship rare.
But right now, Honestly, the feeling of touching any of my drafts is overwhelming. It’s like a block of some sort. But the real reason is paranoia, writer’s dilemma and a continuous cycle of hate comments flooding in. It’s like a wave at this point. My highs and lows are a catastrophe. In the hallowed hours of the night, my writing brain sparks in. The soft glow of the screen illuminates my dim room. And I find myself overwhelmed with words that cut deeper than any paper wound.Emails once promised connection, now bring hate.
Writing, once a sanctuary for me, now honestly feels like a battlefield where the wounds are invisible but painfully real.
The hate mail, whispers doubts in the quiet corners of my mind. Each word is a tiny blade, leaving scars that may not show but linger nonetheless. The criticism I once welcomed has morphed into a relentless assault.I am scared of what may appear in my inbox. Nights feel heavy with such words, but quitting now is not an option.
Spam comments, like ghosts of genuine engagement, haunt the spaces where my connections used to thrive. Amid the algorithmic noise and automated gibberish, I miss the the authentic exchanges which are now buried.
It has been a lonely journey for me to go through the artificial interactions and search for genuine connections that once fueled my passion for sharing stories. The comments section, which was once a source of warmth and community, now feels like a barren and desolate place. I yearn for real connections, yet the silence is all I get, and filtering and deleting it feels like a chore that I don’t want to do.
I want to explore new realms of book reviews that delve into the heart of literature because I tend to read a lot . I want to suggest book recommendations with you all too. I want to write about murder case files that unravel the mysteries of human darkness because I have always been interested in human phycology and murder mysteries. Yet, fear holds me hostage like a vice.
Will my departure from the familiar be met with acceptance, or will I be sabotaged? A lone wanderer in uncharted literary territory? The uncertainty keeps knocking at my overthinking brain, overshadowing the excitement that should accompany the pursuit of passion.
And then there’s poetry my favorite genre, a form of expression that once flowed freely from the recesses of my heart. Now, the verses are stifled, caught in the crossfire of expectations and the fear of being scrutinized. The desire to write becomes entangled with the pressure to conform. I find myself hesitating, questioning whether the words I long to share will be met with acceptance or met with indifference. That scares me.
Amid this struggle, the dream of authentic book reviews and the fascination with murder case files flicker like distant stars. The desire to immerse myself in the written word and explore the depths of human experience remains, but the path is fraught with uncertainty. Will the world embrace my authenticity, or will it demand a conformity that threatens to extinguish the flame that burns within?
In these moments of vulnerability, I realize that the emotional toll of online writing runs deep. It’s not just about crafting sentences and paragraphs; it’s about navigating a labyrinth of emotions, where the highs of creative expression are accompanied by the lows of doubt and fear.However, despite the threatening shadows that envelop me, I refuse to let the flicker of passion be extinguished.d.
In the quiet hours, when the weight of words becomes too much to bear, I hold on to the belief that writing is not just about the clairaudiences about the journey, the process of unveiling the layers of my soul through words. The struggle is real, the wounds are raw, but within the vulnerability lies the strength to persevere. For every hateful echo, there is a whisper of resilience, and in that delicate balance, I find the courage to continue navigating the labyrinth, hoping that, in time, the echoes of love and understanding will drown out the cacophony of hate.
These are 15 lessons from the book “The Psychology of Money” that changed how I think about money, and hopefully, it can change yours too.
1.No one is crazy.
Well, I mean, some people are. What we experience makes up about 0.00000001% of what’s going on in the world, yet it makes up around 80% of how we think the world works. So when we see people freak out and sell everything when the market goes down or buy lottery tickets, we might think that is a crazy, irrational decision. No one’s crazy. If you were in their shoes, you might do the same thing.
2. Luck versus risk. Let’s say that I go out there, do some research, and buy a stock. Five years from now, maybe that stock either didn’t grow at all or maybe even lost money. It’s possible that when I bought that stock, I made a bad decision. It’s also possible that I made the right decision and just got some bad luck. There was stuff that was not in my control that happened. This stock could have had an 80% chance of making money, and it just so happened that I landed on that 20% chance that it wasn’t gonna work out.
It doesn’t mean I made a bad decision, necessarily. But it could also work the other way, where you just get dumb luck. You pick something that was a bad decision, and it ended up working out for you. This is important when it comes to listening to financial advice and taking action in your own financial life.
For example, Bill Gates happened to be in one of the only schools that had a computer in his state. If that hadn’t happened, maybe he wouldn’t be worth tens of billions of dollars. You never know how risk and luck are going to be involved in your decisions and how they can completely change everything.
3. Most of us have enough. We have enough to live on, to have food, to drink coffee, to have something to watch a YouTube video on. But we always seem to push for more – more power, more money, a bigger house, more clothes, nicer cars. And yes, I fall into that trap as well. For instance, when I hit the target of 500 followers, I wanted more. But seriously, we need to realise when we have enough.
Right now, I do have enough. Anything beyond that is a bonus, completely unnecessary. Sometimes realizing that, and if we can keep our needs few, then we can have enough a lot sooner than somebody else and be content in our lives.
4. Some things are just never worth risking to get more things, like our reputation, our freedom, our family and friends, and our happiness. The best way to make sure that we can keep all these things is not to risk any of them to have more than we need when we already have enough.
5. Compound interest. I’m gonna be honest; this is something I struggle with. When we see somebody who’s at the top of their field, whether that’s in YouTube, in business, in investing,or in a relationship, we want that result. But we want it now, and we don’t see all of the work and the years that went into that. For instance, if you look at Warren Buffett, he started investing when he was 10 years old. I don’t know what you were doing at 10, but I wasn’t investing. By the time he was 30, heha hit a million dollars. By the time he was 59, he hit 3.8 billion dollars, and now he’s worth almost 100 billion dollars.
But if he had started investing at 20 instead of at 10, that could have made an enormous difference in how much he’s worth today. A lot of times, we look at the results instead of looking at the compound effects that went into it.
6 .Plan on the plan not going according to plan. As Mike Tyson once said, “Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face.” So when we’re making plans for our financial lives, we should have plans for if those plans go awry. We should have emergency funds. We should be aiming to have probably six months to a year’s worth of living expenses in case things go wrong. What happens if there’s a recession, and you can’t withdraw your money from the stock market? What happens if there’s a housing crisis? Well, we don’t want to obsess about all the negative things that could happen in the world but structure our finances to be unbreakable.
7. Be a pilot of your finances. There’s an old saying with pilots that being a pilot is hours and hours of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror. A good definition of financial genius is doing the average thing when everybody around you is going crazy.
8. Freedom comes first. Honestly, I couldn’t agree with this more. That’s why I believe in financial minimalism all the time. It’s the idea that even doing something that you love on a schedule that you hate or with people that you hate can make it feel like something that you hate. So even if you love your job right now, focusing on building freedom in your life is what’s important. What if, in a year, you get a terrible boss or you hate your job or they try to move you or they do something or you hate your work environment or the schedule they put you on? We should be focusing on building freedom.
9.No one gives a… no one is as impressed by your material stuff as you are. Like, let’s be honest. When you see somebody driving that cool car, you don’t think that person is cool; you think the car is cool, or how cool you would look if you were driving that car. This is something that I used to struggle with, where I would always be focused on my clothes, my car, what people thought about me, my job, whatever it was, and how people perceived me. When, in reality, no one cares. They’re just worried about themselves. So that’s freeing because you don’t need to spend money on stuff to impress people you don’t even like.
10. Be wealthy, not flashy. When most people say that they want to be a millionaire, what they mean is they want to spend a million dollars, which is the opposite of being a millionaire. But most people judge how successful they are on how much money they spend, and how flashy their stuff is. But true success and true wealth are measured in freedom.
11 .Be frugal. Shocker, right? Building wealth has very little to do with how much money you make and almost everything to do with your savings. Right now, a lot of people only save for specific things. They save for a house, they save up for a car, for a vacation, whatever it is. But it’s important to save just for the sake of saving. You don’t need something that you’re saving up for. You’re saving up because that’s what’s gonna buy your freedom, that’s what’s gonna buy options, that’s what’s gonna buy memories. It’s saving money not spending it because you know that stuff won’t make you happy.
12 .Never tell me the odds. You know, the odds are quite interesting. The odds of making money in the stock market are 50/50 over one day, 66% over one year, 88% over 10 years, and 100% over 20 years. This just shows the importance of being in the market for a long time, taking advantage of that compound interest, and not freaking out when the market goes down or trying to time it. Just try to be in the market and continually put more in over a long period. That’s how you’re guaranteed to make money.
13. We suck at telling our future.
Most people stick with the job they chose when they were trying to go to school at 18. But the odds of picking a job that’s gonna be fulfilling, that you’re gonna care about and enjoy going to work and enjoy every day for the next 40 years are astronomically low. That’s because we can’t tell what the future holds.
I used to have five-year plans and ten-year plans, and now I don’t plan past about six months. If something’s not fulfilling you and you’re just doing it because that’s what you’ve done in the past, it’s not a good reason to do it. It might be time to make a shift and see what you can change so that you’re not stuck doing this thing you don’t like doing for the rest of your life.
14.Not all prices are on the label. Like I said earlier, there’s like a 100% chance of making money if you invest in the stock market over 20 years, and the historical average is around 11% per year. However, that money does not come free. There is a fee you have to pay, but that fee is not money; it is volatility and uncertainty.
This can be powerful to understand, especially with everything that’s going on right now. When you see the market dip 20% and you lose 20% of your money, that can be scary. Unless you look at it as “This is the fee. If I can stick through this, this is what’s gonna make me money in the long term.” Instead of people who can’t handle it and they sell and get out of the market, you have to realize that that stress, that uncertainty, that worry, that is the price for the returns you’re gonna make.
15.You are not me. That’s kind of obvious, and congratulations to you. But we often look at people giving financial advice, and a lot of it. This will equal this; this will be a good decision. If you invest your money this way, it’ll be a good decision. That’s not necessarily true. We have to be very careful who we listen to.
When you’re giving financial advice to an 18-year-old as opposed to a 30-year-old who’s just starting a family as opposed to a 50-year-old who’s getting ready for retirement, a decision that would be great for one person would be a horrible decision for somebody else. Realize that I’m not you and the other people you listen to, you have to take it with a grain of salt and adapt it to your circumstances because every circumstance is different.
In conclusion, these 15 lessons from “The Psychology of Money” have reshaped my financial perspective. They remind me that financial decisions are a blend of luck and risk, emphasizing the importance of having “enough.” Compound interest and the long-term view have become my allies. I’ve learned to plan for the unexpected, prioritize freedom, and understand that material possessions don’t impress others as much as they do me. Avoiding unnecessary risks, embracing calculated ones, and practising delayed gratification are key principles. I now focus on simplifying my investment approach. These lessons guide me towards a more secure and mindful relationship with money.
I’ve got a confession to make: I’m completely obsessed with those “What I Eat in a Day” videos on YouTube. You know the ones I’m talking about, right? Where people meticulously document every morsel of food that passes their lips throughout the day and such good aesthetics.
There’s just something fascinating about seeing what others eat, and I can’t get enough of it. So, I thought it was high time I shared my “What I eat In a day ” – South Indian version.
Buckle up, folks, Fasten your seatbelts because this is going to be one delicious ride!
**Morning Dosa (Rice Crepe) Delight:**
My day always kicks off with a bang, thanks to my morning dose of dosa (rice crepe)! It’s not just any dosa; it’s the South Indian wonder that’s crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Moreso, like my heart !!! I’ve got my dosa batter down to a science. It’s a perfect blend of rice and urad dal (lentils) that’s been fermenting overnight, creating that distinct tangy flavour. It’s like love at first sight and the child of a perfect union!! I spread out the batter on a hot tava, making sure it’s thin and even, and then watch the magic happen. The edges start to crisp up, and when it’s golden brown, I know it’s time to flip. The sizzle and that irresistible aroma make mornings worth waking up for. It’s my drug , figuratively and literally!! But, I’m no purist; I love experimenting with dosa fillings. My personal favourite is a potato masala stuffing with a hint of spice. The dosa, crispy yet yielding, wraps around the spicy filling like a warm hug on a cold winter night.A dollop of coconut chutney and a drizzle of sambar (a spicy lentil-based soup) complete the picture. There’s something about the combination of flavours and textures that puts me in a good mood every day!
**Lunch: Rice, Dal (Lentil Curry), and Salad Sensation:**
Lunchtime is when I aim for a perfect balance. I prepare a generous serving of fluffy white rice. That’s my canvas. On one side, I ladle out some piping hot dal (lentil curry), usually made with toor dal or moong dal. The subtle spices and herbs in the dal infuse the entire plate with warm comfort. It’s my comfort food, especially when I am working and I don’t have time to prepare food. It’s my go-to meal. But it’s not all about indulgence. I always add a side of fresh, crispy salad. A mix of colourful vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, and carrots. Toss in some greens for good measure – lettuce, spinach, whatever I have on hand. It’s all about that crunch and the refreshing contrast to the hearty dal and rice.
For a little extra flair, I might sprinkle some toasted cumin seeds or garnish with cilantro. It’s the kind of meal that makes you feel nourished and content without feeling weighed down.
**Dinner: Roti (Indian Flatbread) with Kadai Chicken :**
Dinner is when I take a different route, often in the form of roti (Indian flatbread) paired with a spicy, flavorful kadai chicken. Roti is my canvas this time. I roll out the dough, making sure it’s just the right thickness, and then cook it on a hot tava until it puffs up like a balloon.
The star of the dinner show, though, is the kadai chicken. This dish is a blend of tender chicken pieces cooked with tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, and a myriad of spices. The flavours are a rollercoaster ride for the taste buds. It’s a fiery combination that I adore. It’s amazing how the simplicity of roti can be a perfect partner for the bold flavours of this dish.
Dinner is a bit more indulgent, but that’s what makes it a delightful way to wrap up the day.
In between meals, I like to keep things light with some healthy snacks. Nuts, fruits, or maybe some yoghurt are my go-to. I’m not one to shy away from a bit of dark chocolate if I need a little pick-me-up.
**The Sweet Endings:**
I do have a sweet tooth, so no day is complete without a little indulgence. It might be a piece of homemade chocolate chip banana bread or a scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream. Sometimes, a bowl of fresh fruit with a drizzle of honey does the trick. It’s a sweet ending to a day filled with deliciousness.
I’ve always believed that food is not just about fueling the body; it’s about feeding the soul. Each meal is a chance to savour the flavours, textures, and love that goes into preparing it. What I eat in a day is a reflection of my ever-evolving culinary journey. It’s a mix of comfort, experimentation, and sheer enjoyment.
So, there you have it, a sneak peek into what I eat in a day. It’s a mix of tradition and experimentation, comfort and spice, and a whole lot of flavour. Whether it’s the comforting dosa (rice crepe) in the morning, the balanced lunch, the indulgent dinner, or the sweet endings, each meal has its special place in my heart.
And as my obsession with “What I Eat in a Day” videos continues, I can’t help but appreciate the diversity of our food choices. Food truly is a universal language, and sharing our daily food adventures is a delightful way to connect. So, what’s on your plate today? Share your food journey, and let’s celebrate the deliciousness of life together!
Hello, fellow bloggers! I hope you are doing better than me. It’s been a bit of a roller coaster ride for me lately, and I just needed to express my frustration about the declining views on my WordPress blog. So, let’s get personal and dive into my blogging journey.
You know, there was a time when my blog was flourishing. I started publishing, and within a few hours the notifications started coming in. I felt like I was on top of the world, and my confidence soared. But now, it is a different story. That information has become elusive, and I’m left wondering if I’m doing something terribly wrong.
First, let me address the elephant in the room: Is it just me, or has blogging lost its allure? Well, maybe it’s a little bit of both. The digital landscape has evolved very rapidly, and it’s not the same as it was when I started. Competition is fierce, and readers’ attention spans have greatly shortened. It’s like trying to stand out in a crowded room where everyone is shouting.
I’ve tried everything I could think of. I’ve changed up my posting schedule, experimented with different content, and even dabbled in SEO. It seemed to work for a while, but then, it all went haywire again. It’s like playing a never-ending game of trial and error, and it’s seriously frustrating.
I know I’m not alone in feeling this way. In the blogging community, there is a sense of solidarity in our struggles. I have talked to other bloggers and many of them are facing the same problem. It’s comforting to know I’m not alone, but it’s also frustrating to see so many talented writers struggling to make their voices heard.
What makes it even more confusing is that there doesn’t seem to be any straightforward solution. It’s like trying to crack a code that keeps changing. What worked last year may not work today. To say the least, it’s making me feel ignorant and frustrated.
But despite all the challenges, there is something about blogging that keeps drawing me back. Perhaps it’s the thrill of connecting with readers, the joy of expressing your ideas, or the satisfaction of seeing your ideas come to life on screen. It’s a passion that’s hard to give up, no matter how frustrating it may be.
So, as I embark on this tumultuous journey of blogging with sinking thoughts, I can’t help but wonder if there’s a silver lining waiting for me. Maybe it’s about embracing changes, finding new ways to engage your audience, and never giving up. After all, it’s not just about the numbers; It’s about the love of writing and sharing your thoughts with the world.
In the end, I may be clueless and frustrated, but I’m not ready to give up just yet. Blogging may have lost some of its allure, and the struggle is real, but it’s a passion that runs deep. And who knows, maybe one day, I’ll crack the code, and those visions will start coming again. Until then, I’ll keep typing, hoping for that defining moment. Dear readers, thank you for being a part of my journey and giving me personal insight into my WordPress problems.
In the vast landscape of online platforms, “Buy Me a Coffee” has emerged as a game-changer for creators, providing a unique way to connect with their audience and sustain their creative sparks. What’s even more fascinating is the story behind the platform and its founders, who turned a simple idea into a thriving community of support for creators.
The Birth of “Buy Me a Coffee”
“Buy Me a Coffee” was founded by two dynamic individuals, Jijo Sunny and Joseph Sunny, in 2018. The story begins with a shared passion for art and a desire to help creators monetize their work without relying on traditional advertising or sponsorship deals.
The brothers, originally from India, were no strangers to the struggles faced by creators. They had seen talented artists, writers, and musicians struggle to make a living from their craft. The idea for “Buy Me a Coffee” was born out of a genuine desire to empower these creators and enable them to connect with their audience on a more personal level.
Jijo and Joseph Sunny recognized the importance of direct support from fans and followers. They believed that when people enjoy someone’s work, they should have an easy way to show their appreciation and contribute to the creator’s success. This belief led to the creation of “Buy Me a Coffee.”
The platform’s concept was elegantly simple: instead of buying a creator a coffee, you could “buy” them a digital coffee, which represented a small monetary contribution. This concept transformed the way creators could monetize their content, allowing them to receive direct support from their community.
Building a Community
One of the most remarkable aspects of “Buy Me a Coffee” is how it fosters a sense of community among creators and supporters. The platform isn’t just about financial transactions; it’s about building meaningful connections. Creators can engage with their audience, share updates, and express their gratitude for the support they receive.
Jijo and Joseph Sunny understood the power of community in sustaining creativity. They designed “Buy Me a Coffee” to be a welcoming space where creators could thrive, knowing that they had a passionate audience backing them. As a result, the platform has grown exponentially, with creators from diverse fields finding success and support.
What sets “Buy Me a Coffee” apart is its commitment to innovation. Jijo and Joseph Sunny continuously work to enhance the platform’s features and functionality, making it even more beneficial for creators. Over the years, they have introduced tools like memberships, where supporters can subscribe to a creator’s work on an ongoing basis, and digital downloads, allowing creators to sell digital products directly to their audience.
This dedication to improvement has contributed to the platform’s success and its ability to adapt to the changing needs of the creative community.
The $6 Gift: A Heartwarming Tale
Amidst the journey of “Buy Me a Coffee,” I had the privilege of experiencing the platform’s magic firsthand. It all began with a simple email notification on a sunny morning. It was from a friend I had met online a few months ago. The subject line read, “A Small Gift for You.”
Intrigued, I opened the email to find a sweet message accompanied by a digital gift card worth $6. My friend explained that they wanted to show their appreciation for our online interactions and thought I might enjoy a cup of coffee with them.
I was touched by this thoughtful gesture. It wasn’t about the monetary value; it was about the sentiment behind it. In a virtual world where relationships can sometimes feel distant, this small act of kindness bridged the gap and made me feel valued and appreciated.
Do check out her page – https://whycantibeloud.wordpress.com/ So thanks gal, I wanted to write this for so long but then life happens!!! Thank you, you officially gave me my first cup of coffee and earnings from writing
The Ripple Effect of Kindness
My experience with the $6 gift and “Buy Me a Coffee” made me reflect on the ripple effect of kindness. One small gesture can inspire others to do the same. When you support someone’s work, you’re not just giving them a financial boost; you’re validating their efforts and encouraging them to continue creating.
The story of “Buy Me a Coffee” and its founders, Jijo and Joseph Sunny, is a testament to the power of innovation, community, and a genuine passion for supporting creators. What started as a simple idea to help creators receive support has blossomed into a thriving platform that empowers artists, writers, musicians, and content creators worldwide.
Jijo and Joseph Sunny’s vision has not only changed the way creators monetize their work but also inspired a new era of meaningful connections between creators and their audience journey is a reminder that with dedication and a strong belief in their mission, anyone can make a positive impact in the digital world.
“Buy Me a Coffee” continues to grow, connecting creators with their supporters and providing a beacon of hope for those who dream of turning their passion into a sustainable venture. It’s a story that celebrates creativity, community, and the limitless possibilities of the online world, all while remembering the simple yet profound power of a $6 gift.
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It’s been an adventurous ride, hasn’t it? Six months ago, I launched into this journey known as Poestory Porium, not knowing where it would lead. Today, as I look back on the 37 posts, 3000 likes, 736 comments and a developing family of 717 subscribers, I can’t describe how I feel, I am eternally grateful for each one of you who has been a part of this enlightening experience. It has been a journey, a journey of highs and lows, a journey of scribbling down my thoughts and venting out, dealing with hate and getting overwhelmed with love, doubting myself to having people to turn back to and everything in between.
Initially, I used to do those month-to-month target blogs, setting goals and milestones for myself. But sooner or later, I stopped. It felt like I changed into being pretentious, focusing more on numbers than the genuine connection and love I received from you, my readers.
However, as I approach this 6-month anniversary, it deserves a pause and I guess a pat on my back I also need to take a second to celebrate not just the numbers, but the human beings behind them—, you guys! You’ve been my consistent guide, my cheerleader, and my core strength to keep going. For those who’ve been here on account from the start, you’ve witnessed the evolution of Poestory Porium, and for that, I’m without a doubt thankful.
This journey was anything but eventful and it opened a lot of doors, some to amazing people, others to vengeful hatred. But that’s where you learn, learn to pick yourself up, brush aside your fears and pick up the sword, in this case, your pen. Some days it became too much but I focused on the good side and I strived I guess and here I am !!!! I should probably write an ebook. What say?
We are diverting again !! My numbers on the outside look phenomenal but if you scrutinize my views, they have not grown as explosively as they did in the early months. Why you would ask? Burnout. Am I angry or disturbed? Hell no. I am happy with my blog. Life occurs, and I wanted a break. For nearly two months, I rarely published anything. But I want you to know that I’m back again, and I’m right here to stay. Your unwavering aid is what fuels my ardour for writing and sharing with the beautiful community. Why am I telling you this? Burnout is real and I don’t want to write for the sake of views because they wouldn’t reach your hearts. So it’s okay to play the long game, it’s okay to take a pause and it’s okay to not grow exponentially. It took me some time to realise baby steps matter and we take one day at a time.
What’s my favourite piece you would ask?? There are quite a few!!
Now the big question? How much did I earn??? I only recently got AdSense approval so not much, but I am happy!!! Poestory Porium isn’t about creating wealth; it’s about doing what I love and optimistically making a little money alongside the manner. Would I say no to money? Hell no!! However, if you do want to support me, you can buy me a coffee or share it with your friends!!!! )
So, as I celebrate this 6-month milestone, I need to express my innermost gratitude to every one of you who has supported me. You’ve been here via the highs and lows, and I admire your faith in me and my phrases.
Here’s to many extra months and milestones in advance, as we undertake this journey collectively. Thank you for not giving up on me, and I promise to bring you more heartfelt poems, stories, and musings. Still keeping it as real and raw as it can get !! Do drop your suggestions in the comment box, I would appreciate it!!
With a heartfelt thank you, Poestoryporium💛💛
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I have a tale to unfold. Of feelings , fierce and uncontrolled, Of thoughts through the mortal lips that must be told I know it might explode, but I am not that bold.
So here it is, my love, you make me blush, It was everything like the teen crush. You are my favorite prose, a symphony of chaos and emotions. You were my Romeo. How you won me over, we will never know.
I saw my world in greys, yet you were my unicorn. But for you, I guess I was a thorn. Now it’s a fleeting dream; it’s faded. My thoughts are no longer invaded. Okay, I’m lying on some days, but most days it’s shaded.
But I’m hurting, with echoes of what I thought I had. Of imagination and pain being embedded in my existence. My crush will forever be a crush. Never for you to know, only for the world to hush
We went from texting hours to meetings, and then you disappeared. I read too much into your sentences. I never knew we had differences. Every hurt I felt became a mosaic. Yet everything feels foreign and archaic.
I want to work on my art—the art of heartache. Because I need to do it for my own sake. I want to write a prose piece on perseverance. I need my crush to go on clearance. I want you as a distant memory. A faint sound on a chapter I read But not like this, unrequited love, instead
The truth and reality are very clear. It was a predestined path, dear. Threads of destiny weave our story. Our pieces don’t intend to fit. Anyway, fairytale endings are too glorious. However, our ending was raw, real, and lit.
I’m grateful to you, yeah. The chapter is done. But now my stories have begun. My crush was a lesson in disguise. To teach me lessons of resilience and heartache. To make me a little more wise
My dear crush, you were my Romeo. In life’s ballad, but a sentence, not a chapter You etched my soul, but you had no control. But I have a story to weave after So with a wounded heart, renewed courage I go into life again, far from being discouraged. Taking a sip of life’s vicissitudes, In an unknown terrain, latitude and longitude You, my crush, are the end of my chapter. Thanks to you, I’m focused on what I’m after
Thanks… Yours in heartache and healing
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I know I was M.I.A from writing and wordpress.Honestly the last month was haunting and filled with pain and loss . I found writing and publishing meaningless because every post I used to post , the hate comments would swirl in .
I agree hate is a reminder that you are growing in your writing journey but it got overwhelming for me
And I stopped writing. But my friends pulled me out of that spiral and I am so grateful that I have such amazing people.
So now I have decided to give the torch to you , just remember your aren’t alone…
Alright, let’s talk real stuff. We’re in this digital jungle, and hate comments? Yeah, they’re like the gnarly thorns in our social media journey. But you know what’s wild? I managed to spin those hate bombs into something kinda beautiful. Buckle up, because I’m about to share my story of how I danced through the storm of negativity and turned those hate comments into my personal boosters.
Was it easyyy??? Hell Nooo
**Facing the Hate Tornado:** Picture this: your phone buzzes, and you check to find a hate comment. Bam! It’s like getting a slap from the universe. My first hate comment hit like a freight train to the soul. The venomous words made my confidence take a nosedive. Sleep? Nah, it was a VIP ticket to the land of overthinking. But guess what? I wasn’t the only warrior in this battle, and that’s kinda comforting yet equally disturbing.
**Bouncing Back with Resilience:** So, I had a choice to make. Was I gonna let some keyboard warrior determine my self-worth? Heck no! I decided to rock emotional armor like a boss. I mean, everyone’s entitled to their opinion, even if it’s dipped in bitterness. Coping? Yeah, self-care rituals became my go-to. Meditation? More like daily therapy. Oh, and mentors who’d faced the same crap? They were my Jedi council.
**Fueling Up on Hate (Yeah, Really):** This might sound insane, but I flipped hate into rocket fuel. I mean, who doesn’t wanna prove haters wrong? Their toxic comments lit a fire under me. I transformed those words into my secret weapon for success. And you know what’s sweet? Seeing them squirm as I crushed my goals. It’s like giving negativity a one-way ticket to oblivion.
**Finding Me in the Rubble:** It’s nuts, but hate comments can kinda be like a mirror. They show you stuff about yourself you didn’t even know was there. I decided to dive into this chaos and ended up on a self-discovery bender. Yeah, it hurt, diving into my own insecurities, but the result? Uncovered strengths I never saw coming. It’s like hate turned into a personal growth jackpot.
**Unleashing My Inner Crusader:** Guess what? Hate had a side effect I never saw coming. It sparked a rebellious fire in me. Suddenly, I wasn’t a passive bystander; I became a voice for change. My platform became a fortress against negativity, shining a light on how those toxic comments mess with our heads. Turning the tables? That’s what empowerment feels like.
**My Crew of Survivors:** In the midst of the chaos, I found a tribe of fellow survivors. They knew the sting, the punch, and the gut-wrenching feeling of hate. Sharing our battle stories was like a lifeline. We formed this band of warriors, united by our scars and stories. Turns out, connecting with others who’ve been through the same mudslide is like finding gold in the wreckage.
**Chasing Rainbows in Thunderstorms:** Keeping a sunny outlook when surrounded by hate storms was like acrobatics for the soul. But, I figured out the trick: focus on the good stuff. Gratitude? Oh yeah, it became my secret weapon. Genuine followers, the love they shared—it was like anti-hate armor. Mindfulness? It’s like catching rainbows in the middle of a thunderstorm.
**Conclusion:** So here’s the deal, amigos. Hate comments? They’re like mosquitoes in the summer—annoying, but you don’t have to let them ruin your picnic. My journey through the hate vortex taught me resilience, showed me corners of myself I’d never explored, and turned me into a crusader for positivity. The digital world is a jungle, but you? You’re the king or queen of your jungle. You can flip hate on its head, dance through the storm, and come out stronger on the other side. Embrace the growth, soak in the lessons, and let those haters be your unexpected motivators.
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I wanted to kill a person. Figuratively of course!!! The hurt pain and emotions were all on their High and I felt anger like never before. I just wished him dead I guess but I wanted a solution. Complex human emotions made it worse. I wanted to follow the idea of “no hard feelings” but I found it so difficult to navigate. On the surface, letting go of grudges and moving on without bitterness appears to be a worthy endeavour. The truth, however, was far trickier and more challenging.
“No hard feelings” implies that we can let go of unpleasant feelings, setbacks, and complaints, relieving ourselves of a load of resentment. It entails the capacity for pardon and forgetfulness as well as the duty to prevent the effects of the past from tainting the present or the future. No matter how good the idea of “no hard feelings” is, putting it into practice is frequently simpler said than done. My default response to being harmed or deceived is anger, despair, or betrayal for most humans it’s the same. These emotions have a way of staying in our hearts and minds. The “no hard feelings” state is therefore difficult to achieve. For me, it was almost impossible. I read and listened. I honestly never understood how was it so simple. The paper castle of no grudges and letting go, I couldn’t build it. Am I built differently? Why couldn’t I do that? Will I ever be able to? Can I eventually be amicable with him? So many questions and I wanted answers. I started talking to people and everyone had the same thing to say !!!So here’s me giving you my version of no hard feelings.
We face challenges as we battle the anguish that has been inflicted on us in the early phases of trying to escape.
Avoiding uncomfortable emotions might result in downward spirals of resentment and sadness. We could initially need to travel in the past, repeat traumatic experiences, and feel intense emotions. With continual ups and downs, it can resemble an emotional roller coaster. Pain manifests itself in unexpected ways, making us doubt our capacity to actually advance. We can find it difficult to comprehend emotions at this moment. By attempting to let go too quickly or by not giving the grief we are feeling enough weight, we might question whether we are failing ourselves. This internal struggle can strengthen our resentment and deepen the cycle of sadness.
We may eventually achieve a degree of emotional detachment rather than genuine “no hard” states as time goes on and we gradually digest our feelings. This distance is more of a defence mechanism than a sign of healing. This occurs when we stop feeling emotions and defend ourselves against more injury. It’s crucial to know that emotional detachment does not equal meaningful resolution or emotional progress, despite the fact that it may offer momentary respite. Instead, it might be a sign of emotional restraint or a reluctance to confront suffering. Acknowledging the hurt, comprehending its ramifications, and actively striving towards genuine forgiveness and development are all necessary for meaningful healing.
Hard feelings are unavoidably difficult to achieve. It necessitates reflection, self-worth, and a readiness to confront past wrongs. Cycles may be present in the process of sadness, bitterness and even emotional withdrawal. However, it is important to remember that emotional detachment is not a substitute for true determination and healing. Understanding our feelings, allowing ourselves to grieve, and working towards forgiveness are all important steps in avoiding unpleasant emotions. It is an adventure in self-knowledge, development, and acceptance. Keeping these things in mind
When find comfort in genuine healing, we might expect to negotiate the intricacies of human emotion. Even if it can be challenging to fully realise the goal of no resentment, making a commitment to comprehending and managing our emotions paves the way for a more fruitful and genuine existence.
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I honestly didn’t pick this up intentionally. I had one audible credit to exhaust and the synopsis looked interesting plus radio and audio books , sounds like a dream combo.It did!! I liked the book .
For me , books personally,have the ability to transport us to other worlds, elicit emotions, and instruct us in useful lessons. The delightful contemporary romance novel “Ex Talk” by Rachel Lynn Solomon takes readers on an immersive journey of love, honesty, and self-discovery. “Ex Talk” captivated me from from the very beginning to the very end thanks to its compelling characters, intricate relationships, and themes that provoke thought.
“Ex Talk” presents Shay Goldstein, a public radio producer facing a unique challenge to boost ratings. To do so, she teams up with her nemesis, Dominic Yun, to host a radio show where they pretend to be exes and offer relationship advice. What makes the story compelling is Shay’s relatable character, as she battles self-doubt, insecurities, and the fear of revealing her true self. Her growth throughout the story resonated with me, who can empathize with and cheer for her.
The novel delves into the themes of authenticity and vulnerability, emphasizing Shay’s journey to find her voice and embrace her true identity. The importance of honesty and vulnerability in building genuine connections is highlighted, showcasing the power of being authentic for personal growth, healthy relationships, and happiness.
The relationships portrayed in the book are dynamic and emotionally rich. Shay’s friendships and her complex bond with her bestfriend feel genuine and layered. The chemistry between Shay and Dominic captivates readers, drawing them deeper into the story. The author expertly explores multifaceted relationships, capturing the nuances of love, friendship, and family dynamics, adding emotional depth to the narrative.
Communication and miscommunication are central themes in “Ex Talk.” The consequences of assumptions, withheld truths, and the significance of direct and honest dialogue are explored as Shay and Dominic navigate their radio charade. Effective communication is highlighted as vital for understanding, trust, and the growth of any relationship.
The transformative power of growth and change is beautifully illustrated in this novel. Shay’s personal journey involves confronting fears, seizing new opportunities, and pushing her own boundaries. Through her experiences, we are reminded that personal growth often requires stepping outside comfort zones and embracing the unknown. Shay’s evolution serves as an empowering example of finding strength, pursuing passions, and embracing change.
In conclusion, “Ex Talk” by Rachel Lynn Solomon is a compelling contemporary romance that delves into themes of authenticity, vulnerability, and personal growth. The relatable characters and intricate relationships resonate with readers, leaving a lasting impact. The novel reminds us of the importance of honesty, communication, and embracing change, creating a memorable reading experience. So do give it a read !!!
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In the kingdoms of life’s endless dance, Where blessings glint at every chance, Let me craft a poem, abridged and true, To hymn of benefits that grace me and you.
Oh, benefits, you implausible light, Superintending us through the murky night. Like a mellow drizzle on withered Gaia’s embrace, Ailmenting our hearts with copious grace.
First, health and vigour, a treasure untold, A vibrant body, an essence bold. From head to toe, vitality glow, A priceless gift, we forget to cherish and know.
Then, knowledge’s gift, an unending well, Opening minds, like an astonishing spell. In books and teachings, wisdom resides, Debuting new worlds, where insight abides.
Financial gain, an accessory so grand, A shield against life’s shifting sand. With ample means, dreams take flight, And burdens are eased with sheer delight.
Love’s tender touch, a blessing supreme, A radiant flame, a blissful dream. Through friendship’s bond or romantic embrace, Love intertwines hearts with lasting grace.
And peace, sweet peace, a tranquil balm, Calming storms, restoring calm. In troubled times, its solace we seek, A sanctuary where weary souls can speak.
But let us not forget empathy’s might, A benefit that ignites our inner light. To understand and share another’s pain, Fostering unity, breaking every chain.
These benefits, dear friends, are so divine, In every facet of life, they intertwine. Let us embrace them with grateful hearts, And in their beauty, may our lives take part.
For in counting blessings, we find our worth, In cherishing gifts, we renew our birth. So let us celebrate these benefits bestowed, And live a life with abundance and ode.
Hey hey hey, I know I have been m.i.a. But I haven’t fully settled in my place yet! But I will get back to writing as soon as I can !! On a completely different side note; we hit 500 subscribers !!! I am so grateful to each one of you !!! Keep showing me lots of love. Means the world to me (I want to say a lot of things but I will stop because if I do I won’t stop. What matters is, you guys have my heart.
This poem is very special to me because there was a time when I realised that even if everything around me is screwed up, I still had things for which I had to be grateful. It acted as a light for me and gave me the strength to wake up the next day. Sometimes, we need that, that tiny glimmer of hope, so today I give this to you.
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After writing an article about reading losing its charm for me , I was determined to get back to reading.So I did what every sane person would do , turn to Instagram and YouTube. I found bookstagram and booktube and I binge-watched Book tube and Bookstagram videos and the number of times this book has been mentioned is insane, almost 30,000 times then Goodreads sent me the list of best books in 2022, and guess who ranked first in the list- Lessons in chemistry !! Now we may ignore the recommendations but we definitely can’t ignore the universe – (I don’t think I would have picked it up otherwise and it would have been my loss. ) This book stands out and has been delivered as promised. It’s a historical fiction but for me, the Chemistry classes stand out. It’s quite a literary novel, full of storytelling tricks and quirks and enough fictional characters to make Neil Gaiman or Stephen King jealous. But Bonnie Garmus is up to the task in this book. She has a laser focus on the injustices of life—not just institutional sexism, but how life robs us of those we love most. It’s a sad but hopeful story that made me laugh and cry, and sometimes those are the best things. There are certain scenes where I felt low and high, certain scenes where I could relate so much that it was heartbreaking. Elizabeth Zott is a chemist. She’d be a PhD, except—well, you know, she’s a 1960s woman in science. So she ends up as a researcher at a small California institute, where she suddenly falls in love with Calvin Evans, the institute’s most brilliant and eccentric researcher. But when Calvin dies, Elizabeth is left alone, and sexism continues to hinder her ability to make money or advance in the world. Adding on that, she is a single unwed mother in that era. I can’t even imagine honestly !!! Finally, An opportunity arrives in the form of an afternoon cooking show – hosted by Elizabeth – but neither the TV producer who found it nor Elizabeth herself knows what to make of the success of Supper at Six. Meanwhile, Elizabeth tries to raise her precocious daughter Mad the only way she knows how: scientifically. The scenes of mother-daughter are die for, because you see parenting doesn’t have a textbook guideline and that’s okay. You do you !! This book has flaws too but the way it ties up is beautiful. Garmus’ story is sometimes flat, though broad in the description, prone to tangents and tending towards its point. Dialogue splatters onto the page in bits and pieces and it makes sense. Each chapter moves between times and memories, sometimes focusing so madly that it’s relatable. The characters are caricatures – some so sexist and crude as to border on unbelievable, others so crude or farcical as to almost undermining the seriousness of the story. But I think that’s more the point, and that’s what Garmus is trying to do here – sexism is stupid. This is the story of a woman who refuses to settle down. In chemistry class, many people – including other women – tell Elizabeth that she just needs to embrace the world. You might be able to make some progress, but eventually, you have to give up and play by the patriarchy’s rules. You must be Miss Frask instead of Elizabeth Zotti. Garmus perfectly captures so many tropes I see in social justice circles—women burdened with such internalized misogyny that it hurts to watch; men who claim to be allies, but only if it means you sit down now, be disruptive; people of all genders who support you and mean well, but don’t understand how far the freedom struggle has to go. From Fraski to Walter to Helen, the characters jump off the page because they are caricatures. Lessons in Chemistry feel more like Garmus shouting into the void. Because the world hasn’t changed much since the 1960s. Also, if this book has a flaw, it’s its whiteness—women of colour still face more obstacles than women like me and Elizabeth. So Garmus wrote a book to scream and scream and scream about the injustice of it all. There is also a love story here. It’s written in the language of decanters and rowing and strapping laws, but here, on paper, it’s a slow-burning romance that ends too soon and becomes an afterthought. Elizabeth and Calvin never stood a chance. Calvin and his mother never had a chance. Calvin and Mad never stood a chance. Sometimes life just happens and you never have a chance. I loved all of Elizabeth’s relationships in the book. She is so careful with her daughter, yet so ignorant. Mad is an adorable kid, a little creepy but never overwhelming – I don’t think I wanted to see her try to carry the whole book, but as a main character who joins us halfway through, she’s great. Also Helen – her evolution from a somewhat ambitious housewife to Elizabeth’s close friend… it’s so cool and could have been boring in another writer’s hands, but Garmus somehow pulls it off. This is it: a magic trick. This book is so raw, yet so carefully and precisely crafted, a chemical—a no, alchemical—chain reaction of storytelling culminating in coding that made me cry. When Elizabeth signs when she reads the clue cards at the end… well, not to spoil it, but it brought tears to my eyes – even though much of the finale is predictable, it’s predictable in a way that Garmus deserved to be predicted. The victory is so well accomplished, so satisfying, that I feel I have already had my fill. So please do give it a read !!!!
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