Last week, I got sick, breaking my 5-year health streak. But being sick allowed me to realize how much I have to be thankful for!
Author Archives: riffsonthereg
My Art and My Audience
The writing I share is incredibly personal; it is the most vulnerable I ever am. I don’t want to feel like a product. Reading this passage, I feel a sense of peace with letting my work be what it will be.
Lucky Stars
As a teen, I went through a phase where I folded hundreds of lucky stars. Years later, I have never been able to admire my artwork the way I see my lucky stars.
Perfectionism
Here’s some Friday food for thought about perfectionism.
A Midweek Affirmation
Past Me wrote a particularly poignant affirmation that Present Me absolutely needed to read again. In the middle of this work week, I share this affirmation from my past self as an offering to you, and as a reminder to myself.
Music Monday: September 9, 2024
Strap in and prepare for yourself for a mini manifesto on video game music and composers!
Friday Food for Thought
My phone keeps refusing to run the app my family uses for our group chat due to lack of space, so recently I’ve been deleting old photos (some dating all the way back to 2016!). As I was going through them, I found some old pictures of bullet journal pages where I had been practicingContinue reading “Friday Food for Thought”
The Comeback
I have not posted on this blog in 18 months. That’s a year and a half that I have spent unable, and sometimes unwilling, to share my writing online.
Ocean of Emotion
I was a child with Big Feelings. In a home where expressed emotions were dismissed or denied, I found socially acceptable solace in literature. I could dive head-first into the deepest depression or soar in the heights of happiness alongside each protagonist. Each page of prose transported me to worlds where I could imagine expressingContinue reading “Ocean of Emotion”
The Specter of Despair
[CW: depression] Estimated reading time: 2 minutes Today is one of those days where I exist on the border between numbness and deep emotional turmoil. It’s somewhat counterintuitive that those things would be so closely related; but for me, it’s second nature. At age 19, a particularly difficult depressive episode of my life caught meContinue reading “The Specter of Despair”
Riffs on the Reg 