Just woke up from a dream:I disobeyed an order on the battlefield and, as punishment, my commander was to take my pointer finger. I convinced him to take my pinky instead…my reasoning–I still wanted to be able to draw my bow, and I would be a useless warrior without it. ❤ (Proud to say I didn’t make a sound when it was done.) #recurvebow #want #idreamofarchery
Feeling adventurous….Who dares to follow me down the rabbit hole?
*Text of the poem typed below the image for ease of reading.* On finding my voice. It’s not easy making my voice heard as a woman writer. It’s just the cold, hard truth. Which means I just push myself harder to be the best at my craft. No excuses. I play Words like I play Sports; no pain, no gain, and never ever leave your heart on the bench. I encourage you all to be secure in your identity, whether you’re a writer or not, and to chase after your calling, your passions and dreams, without ever holding back. Who are you? What makes you *you*? And what mark do you wish to leave upon the world? Ignore expectations and stereotypes; dig deep and ask yourself the tough questions. It’s enlightening and liberating to take the time to sit and write your own self-declaration of who you are. What will YOUR legacy be?
