Over the last few weeks, I feel like I’ve realised a few big things which can be summed up in a simple sentence: adulting is complicated. Only a few years ago, I was doing that thing most hormonal teenagers do when they feel the urge…
So, that’s how it goes. The big day has come and gone. I teased it, waited to see exactly how it would play out and talked about the excitement and fears that would come with the aftermath. All the anticipation and time spent waiting made…
When I started this blog, I called it my digital candid diary. I wanted to create a space where I was free to express myself, reflect on life, share my inner thoughts and desires…
It’s the cliché naïve thing to do in my opinion: promise each other that nothing is ever going to change. We looked each other in the eye and promised we’d always keep in touch like our daily alarm, we promised to remain each other’s locked-up…
A new beginning is marked by both the big and small things. It’s the milestones that you acknowledge, but also, the moments of deep thought and reflection whilst seated in an empty room that make you realise that change is about to come, or maybe it’s already here.
Being a people pleaser is a different form of enslavement. There may not be a string attached, a physical push or a flogging as a result of the opposite reaction, but there is a certain unexplainable feeling that comes with never objecting to anything. I…
I’m not a morning person. The movie scenes that start off starring a girl who wakes up with the sun burning in her eyes, a big smile, an upper body stretch as she sits up and then jumps out of bed to enthusiastically carry out…
It’s been a while, you might say. I’ve been pretty much M.I.A. in the blogosphere and while I apologize for the long silence on my blog especially, I have to say it was a very necessary time out my whole being needed. Two weeks ago,…
Sometimes it seems like the internet is a virtual court and everyday someone new gets put on trial. The cases are usually short as they never seem to go over the one-week timeline that has been subconsciously decided by society. After that week it’s on…
It’s most certainly time. It’s time I stop running away from the words I know I could spill all over the page and just allow them to flow. I feel that’s the only way I could write again. After all, I’m always spilling things clumsily…