Today’s prompt from Shimelle: Share a story with your readers about
one moment when you felt independent and in control.


I’ve had a few such luxurious moments in my life. When I moved to the US
from Turkey. I was really homesick for a few weeks but overall I was
much more in my element in the US than I ever felt in Istanbul. I had a
similar feeling when I graduated and moved to New York, when I had my
own apartment, my own job, and just my own life. I love it. Even now. I
am scared to do something to rock things but I do have a very nice life
and I feel lucky to be able to be independent (or feel that way even
with a 3 year old.). I love my life. I love my family. I love that I
made this life. We made it. It’s really magical.

I’ve always, always wanted to make my own choices. Ever since I can
remember and I love making them.

Thursday’s prompt from Shimelle was:What do you do when don’t feel
very creative or feel like you’ve hit a
creative block? Share a few tips that help you get back to yourself.



Honestly, I think the best thing is to walk away. Wait until the next
wave of creativity comes and don’t force yourself. Or just to play with
no plan in mind and see what happens. In the ideal world of no
deadlines, I think that’s the best thing to do. Give yourself permission
to rest. Relax. Rejuvenate. If only I took my own advice.

Wednesday’s prompt from Shimelle was: Who was your personal favourite
teeny-bopper pin-up? Share a story
about that dreamboat or another happy teenage memory with your readers.

This one didn’t make me think a long while. I didn’t even have one
poster in my room as a teenager. I have never been that type of girl. I
think that’s one of the reasons I was so miserable in Turkey. I just
didn’t fit into the tiny community I was stuck with. I also don’t really
equate teenage with fun. Then again, I did have a few good, solid
friends. One of whom I will be talking about in this week’s creative therapy piece.
The few friends I did have, I still cherish wholeheartedly.