Maisie the Writer

Just a girl blogging about her life…


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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.


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Young and theΒ 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!!!!!Β 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-goΒ culture of today’s society.

Rejuvenation. Energy.

Wow.