I was twenty. The median age was seventeen. Many of the dancers were even younger. I had wanted to explore this sport much earlier, but I was afraid of sucking through the initial stage of picking up a new hobby.
At twenty, a classmate from one of my project groups in uni helped me muster up the courage to start taking dance lessons. Even then, I felt behind. Purely because of my age. In comparison, I did start “late”. Many dancers started years earlier, sometimes as young as six, and most of the instructors were younger than I.
A few…
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· Reasons I use this Google Sheet
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The article first introducing the template has gained a lot of views and reads over time. Since people seem to like it, here we are with an updated template for the upcoming year, with some minor adjustments. And budgets and savings goals.
My name is Gracia Kleijnen, and I came here to write *aggressively chugs down a cup of coffee and slams it on the table while placing fingers back on the home row*.
Professionally, I freelance in copywriting. That implies I write a lot. And the production of streams of words does not end there.
I’m an introvert with a lively inner world. The results of taking the Myers-Briggs test yearly confirm this. Here, I retrieve past experiences, and evaluate them through the lens of the current me. …
The article being received so well really got me thinking. Of course, getting it published in a larger publication helps to get exposure. It increases the chances of getting your writing read in the first place, especially if you haven’t built up a substantial audience of your own yet.
Your 20s are seen as a defining decade. The decade where you build a foundation of your life and where you make important decisions that affect you years thereafter. …
You have a burning question that you need to get answered, so you consult your mom. Her name is Google. You enthusiastically insert your question in the search field and hit enter. The URL points to Medium.com. Looks legit, even though you’ve never heard of the platform before. Scanning the headline and preview text, you might be able to solve your problem using the information in this article. In good faith, you click and start reading. You book success! You find the information you seek and leave the website feeling satisfied.
You ask Mother Google more questions. After some quick…
I think about this a lot. What do I value most? What do I not care about at all? Whatever is on the latter list I want to omit from my life or otherwise spend as little time, energy and money on as possible.
When a piece is well received by the audience, the attention spike it gets is probably temporary. Behind the scenes, an army of fellow writers is putting final touches to their pieces before they schedule or hit the publish button on theirs. They cross their fingers and hope that this one will be a hit too, whether for the greens, the personal recognition they seek, or for the intensity to share a story they feel the world needs to hear.
My recent piece that did well is named “My 20s Are Over — These Are My 11 Regrets”. I wrote…
She pulled the door closed behind her. Awoken from his afternoon nap, he met her in the hallway. “I got us some Club Mates”, she tells him and hands him one of the bottles. He stares at it and recognizes his favorite flavor. “Nice.” Still lethargic, he slouches toward his ergonomic chair and drops himself on it. Here complex queries are crafted to exist in harmony like the chords of a catchy song. Just a few test runs in, and all bugs from the day before have ceased to exist. He exterminated them. Because that’s what programmers do.
Mystery attracted…
Do you remember what you wanted to be when you’d grow up? The big, ever-returning question. Does your answer to this question today differ from what you would’ve said as a child?
As a kid, I’ve wanted to be different things. The only constant factor in these options was always: change. What I wanted to be morphed into something different at different stages of my life.
If you’d ask me the question today, I’d respond: Whatever piques my interest now. And I don’t know if this will look the same five years from now. There are fields I am naturally…
Until 21 or so, I looked forward to my birthday each year. I’d make sure to nudge my friends on social networks and prepare to be showered in birthday wishes.
In my young adulthood, my friends and I wished for fine lines to appear under our eyes. The night before a party badly slept was appraised, as it equaled a face that looked more worn out, possibly by the years. This increased the chances of not getting asked for an ID at clubs where the minimum age was 18 or 21. …
Writing my way to progress. Topics: personal growth, life lessons, tooling & (failed) ventures.