In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Must Not Fail.”

One of the first things people usually notice about me in a work setting is what a perfectionist I am. I want everything to be just so, and if I feel like I haven’t done the best humanly possible job at anything, I will work and work and work until it is absolutely perfect. I beat myself up over the smallest things, and I spend much longer on my homework than most other kids because I need everything to be just so.

One thing I’m really afraid of failing, or doing terribly, is writing or blogging. My dream is to be a professional writer. I love what I do so much, and I’m so blessed to have this blog and to have had so many incredible guest-blogging opportunities. Writing makes me feel so happy and confident. It gives me a purpose in life.

I started writing when I was going through a really rough time at school, and it has been there for me at every moment of my life since then. If I ever write something that makes people question my abilities or that makes people stop liking my blog, I don’t know what I’d do. My life would be a whole lot less meaningful. I want to take advantage of every writing opportunity I get, and I know that if I fail a writing opportunity, I would never forgive myself for it.

I guess the best way to put this is that if I ever make a mistake that costs me my future in writing, I would lose one of the things in life that makes me feel like I can positively impact the world somehow. Everyone has to make their mark on the world in one way or another. My writing is my mark.



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Young and the Rested.”

The last time I felt truly rejuvenated was on my birthday this year, which was a few weeks ago. My family and I hiked up a waterfall and then went down to the base of the waterfall to swim. The hike was an entirely uphill, 3/4 mile hike, so my parents, brother, and I were all SUPER tired by the time we got to the falls.

The four of us scaled down the cliff-like rock formation to the base of the waterfall. I, being the klutziest person east of the Mississippi, was afraid that I would slip on the rocks and fall to my death. The universe probably cared that it was my birthday and thus spared me of any potential doom. I took off my shoe and dipped my toe into the water.

HOLY SCHNITZEL THAT IS COLD!!!!! I screamed in my head. However, I REALLY wanted to go swimming, so I braved the cold and jumped into the water. As my head came up from being completely submerged, I winced from the icy chill that washed over me. I began to regret plunging into the water, which, according to a sign near the falls, is glacial runoff.

Then, an entirely different sensation than I’m-going-to-die-of-frostbite washed over me, a sensation entirely unfamiliar to any inhabitant of the fast-paced-go-go-go culture of today’s society.

Rejuvenation. Energy.