I don’t think being scared ever goes away. But I also think that being scared comes from wanting to try and participating in life. Even as a writer, creator, I get scared of putting out content like this. I get scared of submitting to anthologies and composing songs. But I try and it happens and the world doesn’t end. And when it doesn’t, little by little, I am encouraged to try again.
– The Doing It Scared project, @pollenpiggycreates
Before “growing pains” became a published zine, I first had to experience “birthing pains” as a writer. It is true what they say, that your work is your child and that bringing your words out for the world to read can be both painful and rewarding. I began writing my poems for “growing pains” halfway…
Hello internet friends! I’m uploading a different type of content this time. Mixing my love for filming and writing, I made these short visualizers of the poems from my newly-released zine entitled “growing pains”. “growing pains” captures my last month as a twenty-six-year-old adult and other young adult struggles I went through in the past.…
Despite the challenges brought by 2022, I have kept striving as a creative and as an individual to keep bettering myself. In retrospect, I think that’s been one of the reasons why so many good things happened to me, especially in relation to the @pollenpiggycreates brand that I’ve been trying to build. Before I move…
I get scared and anxious, more often than I would like to admit. Even posting this video right now makes me worry. I think, because of the way I am, I just frequently feel this way in my daily life. Then again, despite the debilitating effect my anxiety has on me, I still miraculously…
Context: I wrote this essay six months ago for a workshop I had at work. I found it once again as I was sorting my files and I wondered if it would be too late to post this now. However, as I read it again, I realized that no matter how the elections turned out,…
Take her out to the goats and feed her thoughts to the flowers. Listen as the wind then blows them away. When written down as an essay, they will make more sense. Allow her a slow breakfast. Eventually, egg whites will appeal themselves to her curious appetite. If she wanted reinvention, this could be her…
I wish I could vomit the words I want to say on paper. Even as I am forcing myself to draft this narrative, I still can’t concretize what I’m feeling. This emotion that’s building in the pit of my stomach is not something I would easily label as anger. It’s a mix of being disheartened,…
I left the door open tonight with the intention of leaving, but instead of my footsteps and explosive door slams, I heard your gentle understanding. I used to peek through your window, you know, decoding the Morse in your eyes, the permission in your smile, the distance you set with your grunts, and how much…