Self doubt eats away at your thoughts, Building fear deep within, Ripping the very dreams from your heart, Replacing them with nothing but regret, Eventually devouring your soul entirely, Leaving you but a shell of a being. - C.A. Sullivan
Practice being present in each moment
and find the the gifts each day has to offer.
– C.A. Sullivan
Learn how to be content
With what you have,
Without putting a halt
To the things you’ve
Yet to achieve.
– C.A. Sullivan
In the corner, sits a smudge
It’s been mocking me
And will not budge
I try to erase it, with no such luck
It lives on my paper
Running a muck
I try to cover it, with illustrations a glow
But it’s there underneath
All the colors in tow
For it lives on my paper, forever a smudge
Bothering me greatly
With its hiss and grudge
I want it go, as it steadies its stare
Silently mocking my words
With nothing more but a glare
On and on, into the night
My smudge remains
And continues it’s blight
Then I realized, why it won’t leave
It’s because my dear friends
The smudge is me
– C.A. Sullivan
You can change
as much as you want
on the outside.
Lift and tuck,
color and creams.
But no amount of makeup
will ever hide
the ugliness that’s
inside your heart.
- C.A. Sullivan
I was never very popular,
but the connections
I do make
are very true and real.
I never knew how to
draw a crowd,
influence a mind,
control a room.
But I can share my experience,
listen with my whole heart
and care deeply about people.
– C.A. Sullivan
I’ve always felt like I was here to do more. Have a greater purpose. When life changes, I think here it is, This is my purpose. But as time passes, It becomes stale again, I become restless. I find myself unhappy again and wanting to move on. Why is nothing good enough? Is it me? Or am I not on the right path. And this is my body’s way of telling me. How do I find my path?
– C.A. Sullivan
I feel deeply I feel others pain As if it were my own It puts me in a position to Empathize with people In a world that’s so insensitive I take on their feelings They become part of me Almost as if hoping that would take some of their pain away But the cost on my own mental health Is draining How do you recharge when Caring so deeply for others Sucks the very breath From your lungs The beats from your heart The life from your soul How do you find balance Empathy is my gift And my curse
– C.A. Sullivan
These blank pages intimidate me. Why can’t I write on them? I touch the pages Turn on some music Light a candle In hopes it will inspire me To write something profound But the empty page Only stares back at me I go weeks without writing And when I finally can put words to the page There aren’t many of them My dream is to write a book But at this rate It will be merely be a collection Of random thoughts Captured throughout my life Mostly in times of pain or struggle Because those are the times My feelings are strongest Maybe it’s not that I’m no good at writing, It’s that I don’t put enough time into making it something more.
– C.A. Sullivan
I wrote this a little over one year ago. At the time, I was in a job that made me unhappy, lost an employee and had to pick up that slack while continuing to do my job that was already too heavy a work load. I had also lost my cat to a 6 month struggle with cancer and had been searching for a new job with little success and much frustration. I realized that I could actually take on more than I had thought, even in the midst of grief, anger and stress and actually come out on top. A few weeks after I wrote this, I accepted a new job, bought a new car and was well on my way to achieving the goals I had set out for myself.
These past 2 weeks I’ve have to learn how to be a graphic designer because the one at my company quit. I’ve been doing my job as marketing manager and the job of a graphic designer. It’s been challenging and it’s been stressful. But, I’ve learned so much about graphic design and myself. I’ve done things I never thought possible. I did those things. Me. Spectacular me.
C.A. Sullivan
The Illuminated Page 