Reflections

Ever since I made plans for what I want to do after I graduate, I’ve found myself suddenly feeling like this part of my life is merely transitionary. Just a stepping stone to get to the next part. That this present I’m in isn’t as important — the people in…

I went into the start of this week already feeling quite tired after a weekend of hosting and didn’t feel quite myself, some unexplained aches and pains which I’m hoping a chiropractor appointment tomorrow will help put me right. …

Well, I graduated today from undergrad. This week really has felt like quite the experience of seeing everything from the past abruptly emerge when nobody sees it coming. Then again, it is a time when all the people are back after four years together. Part of me has spent most…

In the months leading up to and in the past few days post my 30th birthday, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my purpose. As a marketer with a decade-long experience, I spend lots of my time crafting or fine-tuning the “brand purpose” for the brands I manage…

I’m sitting in one of those cafes where the dimmed atmosphere provides several degrees of separation between you and another patron. Heavy lights hanging from the sealing held by what looks a delicate string, but no doubt a strong metal rope. The cafe is full and you wouldn’t have to…

I sat down to write today, sitting outside in a canvas cuddle swing, in an attempt to reconnect my brain to my body. I tend to lean into romanticizing and looking for the magic when things feel really heavy and hard, and damn I tried today. But it just wasn’t…

Poetic reflections on my time here — In the wee hours of the morn, I reflect on a time agone, On friends, I knew, and memories formed, It was a time when the world seemed calm. Perhaps calm may not describe it for most, But, indeed, it brought me peace, For I found a place, Where my thoughts…

This should be my first poem here, more like a prose. C&Cs are welcome. [untitled] I walk into streets of a cubicle Some lanes lighted Some pure dark In a corner sighs a figure Silently beneath the shadows. I glanced carefully - Eyes closed, head down Well, much like me, years ago. I stared from afar…

My brother’s everything and more. — Day Four prompt: A conversation with a sibling you wish you could’ve had. I’m one of the lucky ones. You know, the kind who still has her only sibling alive and in her life. I don’t speak with my older brother as often as I’d like, but that’s not because…