Happy Belated Mother’s Day

This is a little late, but I just wanted to touch on the importance of mother’s day and how special I think it is. Your mother is the person who brought you into this world. A mother’s relationship with her children will always be the strongest bond. Unfortunately my mom worked this weekend, so next weekend we’re going out to dinner. For Mother’s Day I made her a card from the heart and got her a bouquet of beautiful flowers. A simple gesture with a lot of thought is the best gift a mother can ask for. What did you guys do for Mother’s Day? xoxo

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7 Things I Learned From Being A Kid

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We’ve all learned a couple of things from being a kid and we have all had some positive and some negative childhood experiences. As a kid, I was extremely shy and very awkward. Which is like the complete opposite for me now, seeing as I am outgoing and talkative. But nonetheless, here are the seven things that I learned from being a kid.

You’ll never outgrow your favourite toys.

I still wish I had my entire Hamtaro play set, all four of my Tamagotchis, my Pixel Chix set, my Hamtaro plushies, and my My Scene dolls. Some days I just look on eBay and dream of buying them all back. On a more positive note, I still sleep with Blankey every night. It’s a Winnie the Pooh blanket that was bought a week before I was born for me, and my boyfriend and I love it. As a kid I’d tell my parents, “When I become a bratty teenager and want to throw it away, make sure you hold onto it, okay?” Well thank God I never went through that stage.

Christmas is the absolute best time of year.

Even though Christmas is great as an adult, it just doesn’t feel as magical as it did when you were a kid. I learned that being a kid is great because you believe in magic, you are innocent and carefree and just focus on having fun. Cookies, presents, trees, snowmen, snow angels, Santa, reindeer, Christmas movies, and the scent of pine all bring back nostalgia from a person’s childhood. 

Adults are not always right.

When you’re a kid, adults seem so superior. They are older, can tell you what to do, and can boss you around. As a kid you think adults are perfect and never make any mistakes. But as a matter of fact that is indeed very far fetched from the truth. Adults are not always right, and as we grow up, we learn that.

It’s okay to be weird.

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Let’s get one thing straight: people are judgemental assholes, even as kids. If you’re not alike everyone else and you do your own thing and have different interests, you will be an outsider, teased, called weird, and even bullied. But as we grow older, we tune out what everyone else is saying because we are happy for who we are and what we like. We no longer need to listen to others, we’ve grown and learned that it doesn’t matter what anyone else has to say. If we’re happy, then that’s all that matters. Besides, being weird is better than being just like everyone else.

You need to have confidence in life.

Confidence is key. Once you have confidence, you can be happy anywhere you go. Having confidence in life is crucial. If you never think you’re good at anything or have a good ability, then where will you go? Doubting yourself is the worst thing you can do for low self esteem. Be positive, be confident, and good things will come your way.

Never take anything for granted.

If something (or someone) good is happening in your life, never take it for granted and assume it will always be there. Smile, be happy, and love it. 

Just breathe because you’ll make it one day.

This last one is more like a message to myself. Like previously said, I was a really weird kid. As I grew older, I didn’t have many friends, I had a weird style, I didn’t act like everyone else because I matured way quicker than the other kids, I had different interests, and I had a different personality. Therefore, in grade school I was bullied and teased and harassed, even by the teachers. There was probably two teachers that actually showed me respect at that school. No one ever believed in me, I was just that ugly weird girl in the corner who has one friend, wears Hannah Montana tattoos in her face, hides in the bathroom during recess and hides in the locker room during gym class. Yeah, I didn’t have much confidence then. But bam, I was thirteen and I wrote and self published my first novel which made kids in my class glow with envy. Then I wrote, directed, and starred in a Christmas play that the whole school and their parents came to see. Then I graduated and more years passed. I fixed my eyebrows and my hair, I wore make-up, I had a better style, but more importantly, I found myself and grew confidence. (I was kinda teased in high school too, but I brought it onto myself by being a bitch. Oh well, those people deserved it.) Now I run a blog, have an amazing older boyfriend, run a YouTube channel and actually have a fan base, and I’m trying to get my books in the stores. So see, kiddies, anything is possible. Believe in yourself to be a better person. Just remember to be kind to others even when it’s hard, and love yourself!

See you soon,

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What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

 

Once again, it’s that big question. We get asked when we’re little and we get asked until we’re adults. Then it’s that decision. So, what do you want to do when you grow up? Be a teacher? Musician? Nurse? Scientist? Whatever it may be, you have time to become anything you want until the day you die. It doesn’t matter if you say “I want to be _____ when I grow up” at age six or thirty-six. There’s always time. No matter what anyone tries to tell you.

As a young person still myself, I sometimes get stressed thinking about the future. What if I can’t obtain my goals? What if I get distracted? What if I change my mind? What college/university program do I apply to? It can all be very stressful.

Sometimes I feel like I have no clue what I’m doing with my life when people (mostly family) asks: “What are you going to do as a career?” And I answer, “Um, I don’t know.” BUT I DO KNOW. Author. That’s all it’s ever been and that’s all it ever will be.

(Of course, I’m not going to become successful right away so I’ll need a career to start off with. And that’s where the “I don’t know”s come in to place.)

But ever since I was a baby I’d stack books up so high, knock them all down and stack them up again. I’d flip through them even though I couldn’t read. I was fascinated by books. And even back then, family would always say: “When she grows up she’s going to be a teacher, librarian, or an author.” Right they were!

Like previously said, I’m still young. I have over fifty years to accomplish this goal. I don’t care if I get published next week or in twenty years. (That’s a lie, sooner than later, please.) As long as I become this one day, I will be able to die in peace. Seriously. This is what I wanted since I was a toddler and I never gave it a second thought. 

Writing novels since a kid, my first one that I self-published was when I was only eleven. Thus far I’ve self-published two. Yes, I am happy and feel somewhat accomplished by this. And I enjoy writing this blog daily. But being professionally published is the dream. 

Being an author as a full-time career would feel like heaven on earth. Waking up in the morning and getting coffee and writing for hours and hours a day just seems so sublime . . .

I’ll stop rambling on now—but the point of this blog is, time is precious. Make the most out of it. Dream big and high and be fully prepared to reach the dreams. If you chase your dreams for five years and give up just because it seems like you’ll never get there, then you will never get there. You need to always chase them no matter how tough it gets. Because you’re worth it. You deserve it. And you will do it.

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Earliest Childhood Memory

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Today’s blog post will be something a little more personal. Something that all of us have, some later in our lives than others. Of course we don’t remember being in the womb and we don’t remember being born or the first few weeks/months of our lives. But what about the first year? Second? Third, maybe? Our first memory that we can all remember: we all have one. So this is mine. Most children start walking at one year, sometimes even younger than that. But me? I was almost three years old and still didn’t walk. Not even once. I was carried everywhere, crawled, and was in a stroller. Yep. At two years, almost three. But I can even remember my thought process back then, strange enough as it is. And I thought: “No, don’t show Mom and Dad you can walk! Make them think you can’t so they’ll still carry you everywhere!” I knew how. I remember being two and running around in my room to get something and coming back before anyone saw me. I remember loving crawling everywhere, and being picked up. I remember thinking it was fun and hilarious. Everyone thought something was the matter with me, brought me to the doctor and nope, seemed alright and everything. So why was I taking years to walk? Most of the time, it’s because of a growth development or even mental issue. But like I said, I just didn’t want to walk. I probably knew how after a year but pretended I didn’t. And I clearly remember one evening, lying on the ground, crawling, in my living room with everyone there. My parents, grandparents, and brother. And I saw something in my kitchen I wanted to get at. So I just got up and started walking. Everyone’s faces were like this: :O

Just like that. I was all like, “Why the hell are you guys so surprised?” (No, three year olds don’t talk like that.) ‘Cause when you learn to walk apparently you do it in steps. Nope, I liked to be a mysterious child I guess. Of course my plan to be carried around forever failed because once my parents knew I could, they got me to walk. Damn. I was about to have it made . . . Isn’t it funny what we can remember?

 

Fancy baby Victoria Hecnar. Look at me making faces and wearing red nail polish and stuff.

Fancy baby Victoria Hecnar. Look at me making faces and wearing red nail polish and stuff.

That’s all for today, folks. Tomorrow’s Friday, and then the weekend. Happy TGIF!

– Victoria xoxo

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