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A Substack by yours truly.
Becoming a writer was my childhood dream. Then I grew up and convinced myself that I wasn't good enough, talentless even. After a traumatizing stint in the corporate world, I've decided to chase that childhood dream again. But I know myself well enough to know that I'll just give up if others don't know I'm working on it. So that's what this Substack is for: Public accountability. Every Saturday I'll post an update on the things I've done to make my dream come true. From now on, it's me and my childhood dream against the world.
Becoming a writer was my childhood dream. Then I grew up and convinced myself that I wasn't good enough, talentless even. After a traumatizing stint in the corporate world, I've decided to chase that childhood dream again. But I know myself well enough to know that I'll just give up if others don't know I'm working on it. So that's what this Substack is for: Public accountability. Every Saturday I'll post an update on the things I've done to make my dream come true. From now on, it's me and my childhood dream against the world.
Jul 13, 2024
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Have you always wanted to showcase your work in front of an engaged audience? Look no further!
Dreams. Fears. Life. is an indie publication on Substack run by writers, it'll showcase your work no matter how good you think it is. Publishing poetry, essays, multi-media, opinion pieces, analysis, reviews, interviews, and short prose, anything you have, we want!
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I hope to see your work!
Dreams. Fears. Life. is an indie publication on Substack run by writers, it'll showcase your work no matter how good you think it is. Publishing poetry, essays, multi-media, opinion pieces, analysis, reviews, interviews, and short prose, anything you have, we want!
Are your interests perked? Submission guidelines are linked
I hope to see your work!
Mar 8, 2025
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😬I Did it for like 20 mins a day for a week and started the substack I’ve been meaning to start for over a year. I now have a place to consistently write (which I desperately needed) and you know what? No one but me thought that was cringe! People read it and subscribed! You have more people supporting even your dumbest ideas so just try!
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Mine is for my friend's blog. Little self-promo moment as the piece is too personal (and meta) to share on my socials. Please let me know what you think if you read it :)
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I'm a July baby. Growing up, I spent most of my birthdays alone. Some years because my friends had left the country. Some years because I'd left the country. Some years because I had no friends. And with every year passing, the pressure to spend my birthday surrounded by friends and family and to have a good time increased. Every year I felt like a failure when I couldn't make it happen. So I stopped telling people it's my birthday.
But today is my 28th birthday.
But today is my 28th birthday.
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✨I hadn't seen my friend since New Year's Eve. Now it was October, her wedding day, and she barely gave me the chance to gush over her gorgeous dress, her makeup, her jewelry.
"You look happier," she said. "Your energy has changed. It's much calmer now. I'm happy for you."
I love her for taking the time out of her special day to notice me like that.
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We got the call just after 7pm. My dad had gone for a run, collapsed, and was found dazed and confused by his friends, who called an ambulance.
I drove my mom to the ER. We spent four endless hours at my dad's bed, waiting for test results that took forever to reach us. Just before midnight, the doctor told us my dad's heart was okay, but they'd keep him overnight for observation. My mom and I were sent home. We hadn't eaten yet.
The house felt wrong when we came home. Empty without my dad. I started crying. "You have to eat something," my mom said. She dug up some chicken nuggets from the depths of the freezer. Everything felt incomplete with just the two of us there, but after a couple of chicken nuggets, we thought for the first time that everything would turn out okay. My dad is too stubborn to go like that. Especially when there are chicken nuggets to be eaten with his family.
I drove my mom to the ER. We spent four endless hours at my dad's bed, waiting for test results that took forever to reach us. Just before midnight, the doctor told us my dad's heart was okay, but they'd keep him overnight for observation. My mom and I were sent home. We hadn't eaten yet.
The house felt wrong when we came home. Empty without my dad. I started crying. "You have to eat something," my mom said. She dug up some chicken nuggets from the depths of the freezer. Everything felt incomplete with just the two of us there, but after a couple of chicken nuggets, we thought for the first time that everything would turn out okay. My dad is too stubborn to go like that. Especially when there are chicken nuggets to be eaten with his family.