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The Decline of Worth

Nothing has worth anymore. Or at least, most things have very little worth.

It used to be that a consumer must choose 2 out of 3 when it comes to services: quality, speed and cost. If one wanted quality and speed then the service or product would be more costly. If one wanted a cheap price tag and they needed it quick, then the quality would suffer. You get the idea. So many people now expect the whole package. They don’t just want a quality product made in little time for cheap — they expect it. And if they don’t get it, they are being “ripped off.”

And it’s bringing our downfall.

If one expects the services or products they get to be cheap, or even free, then when they turn around to offer a service or a product, you can bet that their customers/clients are going to want it for cheap or free as well!

The more we as a society devalue the time, effort, and expertise of other people, the more individuals will not only feel like they are worthless, but they will not have what they need to survive.

And yes, I know very well the argument that people don’t have the money to spend on these services and products. I live there. I can’t afford much beyond the basics. Pay my mortgage. Pay my bills. Buy food on sale. Wear the same clothing until they fall apart. I know. Believe me. But if you truly cannot afford to pay the price, then don’t get it. Or search out a cheaper option. Don’t just complain that you’re being ripped off. You’re not being ripped off. You just can’t afford it.

Continually devaluing someone else’s time and effort and WORK just means that your time and effort and WORK will be devalued. So in the end, who’s truly being ripped off?

All of us.

 

 

Sorry for the rant.

This topic has been causing me a lot of anxiety lately, and I’ve watched people I care for suffer for the same reason. I think it has become an epidemic for large companies to offer everything super cheap because that’s what people want. It just means that all the little guys get screwed over and, as a result, so does everyone. If things are priced lower than the cost to produce, then how will any of us get ahead?

My #DearMe Letter to My Teenage Self

I realize that the #DearMe campaign for International Women’s Day (Sunday, March 8th) is for YouTube, but I thought I would bring it to the blogosphere and post a letter to my teenage self here.

Me as a Teenager

Yes, those are scissors…

 

Dear Teenage Leetah,

I know that you feel uncool, unpopular, and different. I know that you’re depressed and you hate your body. I know that you hide away behind your hair to avoid people and feel like puking if the teacher calls on you. But I also know that you care deeply for your friends and family. That you laugh more than you cry. And that you have big dreams.

It may be hard at times, but try to focus on the positives in your life. You may have gone through a hard break up, but look at the friends that are by your side and trying to make you feel better. You may feel different, but look at all the things you would not have experienced if you had been “normal”. (And by the way, there is no such thing as normal!)

Someday soon you will meet an amazing man whom you will marry. (Actually, you’ve already met him, you just haven’t realized it yet!) You will continue to write, and your dreams will feel closer than they ever have.

I’d wish you luck, but I know you don’t need it. Because I know your future… Mwahahaha!

Love from,

Your Future Self.

 

Feel free to leave a link to your #DearMe blog post or YouTube video in the comments! 😀

Arguments and Resolutions

Explosion

I contemplated writing this post and then talked myself out of it, then back in to it, and then out of it once again. So I’ve just decided to write it and then I will decide whether to post it or not after the fact.

Today I had another argument with my husband. Now, let me state for the record that he is usually very supportive and, not only that, but excited about my writing and my dream of making a career out of writing novels. But today it all became too much. And this isn’t the first time this has happened. Many times over the past 10 months, since I quit my job and dropped out of school to focus on my writing, we have had this conversation; this argument. I’m sure some other writers experience this as well.

The fact is, when I started this full-time writing journey, we decided that it wouldn’t really be full-time. It would be my responsibility to keep the house clean and usable, and to put dinner on the table (or TV tray :P). That would be my priority since my husband would be the only one working (and by working, I mean bringing in the dough). I think this is fair. We can’t really afford for me to not be working (for money), so this is a good compromise for me to have the opportunity that I have. We also got a puppy in July, so she takes up quite a bit of my time as well.

Now, my writing is going well. I may have nothing really to show for it yet, but I feel like I am working toward my goal, and my husband agrees. I have about seven started manuscripts but I have yet to finish a first draft. I have tried editing as I go and I have tried locking away my inner-editor. I have tried project hopping and I have tried focusing on one thing at a time. I have discovered a lot about myself as a writer — about how and when I write best and about what motivates me and what does the opposite. But in the end, I have nothing to show for it. I have nothing published. I don’t even have a first draft completed. And I can’t even keep up on the chores.

I go in spurts. The apartment will be clean and up kept for, let’s say, a month, and then it will fall apart and become a disaster and I’ll become depressed and unmotivated and I mentally won’t be able to clean and I’ll fall behind on my writing and my husband will be irritated that I am not holding up my end of the bargain. (Holy run on sentence Batman!) But then I will slowly pick myself back up and get this place cleaned up and get back into my writing and my mood will improve and my husband’s mood will improve and we will have another month of good times.

The last couple of weeks haven’t been good. The kitchen counters are stacked with dirty dishes, the floors need to be vacuumed, every surface is cluttered, and the bathrooms need a good scrub. I haven’t written much for the past week. And to top it all off, my arm has been hurting like hell and I’ve had to start popping Ibuprofen and wearing a wrist brace.

Today, it all blew up.

I was doing the dishes and my husband was starting to make lunch when he made an irritated remark about the state of the kitchen. I retorted with the fact that I was doing the best I can… And well, it escalated from there. Next thing I knew, it was 6pm and we had argued most of the day away.

In the end, nothing is really going to change. I’ll keep trying and he’ll keep working and we will make it work. But I think that we both feel better now that we have let out the truth of how each of us have felt over the past 10 months. It may not have changed anything physically, but mentally today has made a world of difference.

Now, I am going to let this Ibuprofen kick in and then I’m going to get in the kitchen and scrub some pots and pans. And once that’s over with, maybe I’ll actually finish one of those first drafts. 😛

 

***UPDATE***

My husband wrote a blog post a couple days ago that touches on this subject and broadens the scope of what we have been dealing with this past year of writing mayhem. Please check it out!

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