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About π’‡π’‚π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’Žπ’‚π’“π’Šπ’‚

Hi, readers! My name is Faith and I am 25 years old. I’m just like you, only I never learned to walk, a crazy concept to think about right? Well for me, it’s all I’ve ever known. I was born with a condition called Spina bifida that left me with paralysis from the waist down, but on this I refuse to dwell. I love all things from fashion to sports, philosophy, and the art of writing. On this site I plan to write informative pieces on a variety of topics that interest me, as well as share some of my own creative writings. If you want to follow along my writing journey and β€œFaith It β€˜til You Make It” with me, then simply click directly on the title of any post you wish to check out and read away! Sign up to be an e-mail subscriber to my blog so you never miss an upload. Thanks for being here!

One Year of My Debut Poetry Book β€˜If I Bare My Soul’!

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One year ago today, I took a leap of faith (no pun intended), and released my first-ever book. It was something that had always been this distant dream of mine, but one that seemed like so far-fetched of an idea. However when I found self-publishing, I was finally able to officially pursue this project last January. By July, I had a complete collection of poems and strings of stories woven together straight from my heart.

July 10th, 2024, a day that was supposed to be marked by excitement and self-fulfillment, instead had a dark cloud looming overhead. By this day, it had already been three days since myself and many others in my whole city had been without electricity. Though I was briefly able to find just enough cell service to share my project, by then every place around me that once looked so full of life, seemingly turned into a ghost town. I spent many sleepless nights in a car, in the thick of summer’s heat, just praying to get out of this testing time as I’d deliriously watch the rise and fall of the sun. It wouldn’t be until two days later that I’d be able to celebrate my debut book having been published.

Fast forward a year later, as I observe all the lives affected by the recent devastating floods in my home state of Texas, I’m reminded of my gratitude for life. While my journey as a self-published author didn’t begin as planned, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know now that we can have all these things in our lives meticulously planned out the way we’d hope for them to go, but these expectations might never come to fruition precisely as such, and we have to accept that. 

When I say I poured my all into this project, I truly mean it. Admittedly, I haven’t found the words to say (or write), since I spilled my entire soul on those pages bound in this book. It’s a tough feeling, that maybe this book is all I had in me, that I’ve got nothing left to say. Still, I continue to seek inspiration everywhere. I’ve learned to never force art, but to let creativity find me. So while it may seem like I’m achieving nothing in this period of stillness, I am giving myself this time to soak up life like a sponge, to examine the world’s stories, in order to authentically create as I feel the passion to do so. This is only the beginning of my story and I can’t wait to find out what’s next for me.

I want to express my deepest appreciation to anyone who has ever supported me along the way in this journey I’m on as a writer. To any and all family members, friends, or strangers that have purchased my book, I could never thank you enough. To me, this book wasn’t about the performance or numbers, but simply about having a physical representation of my passion for written expression. This was to prove to nobody but myself, that I can set upon anything I put my mind to, and that if my art should speak to anyone else in the world, then it shall find its way to the right people. 

Happy one year of If I Bare My Soul!

βœπŸ»πŸ“–πŸ«€

What’s In Store For 24Β 

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Earlier this month marked my 24th birthday. The last year of my life has been one wild ride, full of ups and downsβ€”characterized by birthday rainstorms, summertime power outages, and publishing my first book. One year later, and I couldn’t be more grateful for a less eventful, low-key birthday simply surrounded by all the people I love.Β 

Typically every year for my birthday I write a blog, whether it be a reflective piece or a poem. I’ve accomplished so many of my creative goals already, from writing profiles on other individuals to publishing a collection of my own poetry, so this year I’ve pondered heavily about the question, what’s next for me?

I think many us can relate to the feeling of wanting to have all the answers in life. If this past year has taught me anything, it’s that this is merely impossible. We may never know why certain things happen, we may not know what comes next, and that’s okay. I’ve learned to embrace uncertainty. While the unknown can be scary, we have to accept that each waking day is a new opportunity for growth and learning, and allow ourselves this freedom. 

So when I ask myself, what’s in store for 24 year old me? The answer is simply: I don’t know quite yetβ€”and that’s okay. What I do know, is that I will continue to soak up inspiration like a sponge. I will continue to seek creative opportunities, and create art when I feel inspired. I will continue to learn from other artists, and from the world around me. I will continue to grow my craft a little at a time, to stay in love with the art of written expression. I don’t know what’s next for me in my creative journey, I don’t know where I go from here, but I know that the only way to go is up, and in this feeling I am at peace.