ANNA PENG

What Kind of Day is it Today?

Is it self doubt season, or is it all in our heads?

Is it just me, or is it everybody else too?

Our own off-day might be someone else’s good day, so we can’t go off on the assumption that our reality is everyone else’s too.

Feelings can be shared, but they’re mostly our own.

Doubts, insecurities, fears are all our own too. Perceive reality with care.



Finding My Own Voice

The reason why I’m so adamant about writing every day is because I want to become better at it.

(The doodle part is just so that I can share it on social media without looking like a complete essay).

It’s a longterm goal of mine, and this is day 172.

In terms of progress, I believe I’m a slightly better writer than when I was on day 1, which you can find if you scroll down far enough, but what I’m really excited for is the next 200.

I’m certain not every piece is going to be great, but hey—that’s why we get so much time.

What I think will happen is that the consistency in this practice will force me to go through more changes in style and delivery, which will ultimately help me find my own voice.

P.S. Speaking of consistency in practice, I’ve just launched The Habit Factory with Mikayla Koo, which is about putting yourself on day 1 and using your creative voice for you. It’s completely online and goes on for 14 days. If you’re ready to start, you can check out our website at www.thehabitfactory.space and sign up. We begin October 19th, and it’d be so great to see you there.


Making Friends with the Journey

The journey is a friend.

When I first walked through the doors of my university, I didn’t know what it’d bring. In a very similar way, I didn’t know what would happen as I walked out of those doors into what general society refers to as “real life” and post-graduation (or as we’re calling it today, mid-pandemic).

I think I could’ve planned all I wanted to, but maybe only 9% of those plans would actualize because my circumstances would change. I’d value different things, I’d think a different way, and I’d just grow apart from the things I used to want to persue (like fashion illustration).

I feel very at peace with the decisions I’ve made, and I don’t think I could’ve honestly planned my way here. It was much more of responding in real time to things as they came along.

Things happen and we can change our minds.

I see it now as this: I prefer being friends with my journey over making it something I demand utter control over.


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