Switching off for the girl who never can
In 2018, I made the realisation that self-care or slowing down in the form of watching TV or lying on the couch simply doesn't work for me. Before the beginning of 2019, I endeavoured to find out if visiting a local retreat would do what the couch didn't. Would Willow Urban Retreat truly manage switch to off the girl who never can?
3 things I wish I knew entering my first job
This is a letter to my younger sister, as much as it is to my younger self, and to all those entering the working industry. It turns out there's a difference between earning respect and being respected; an internship and a job; being accepted and being embraced. Consider this a chance to learn from my lessons.
5 ways I’m looking after myself this Spring.
If you've been following my Instagram, you'll know that I was recently struck by the inter-seasonal flu. I use the term 'struck' quite intentionally: it really was that devastating for me. The good news is, it's set me on a newly-inspired path towards health and wellness for Spring.
5 things I WISH I did to combat stress.
You’ll notice that this post is not titled “5 things I do to combat stress” — and quite purposely so. It's a work in progress -- the whole "dealing with stress" and "not pushing people away" thing. Why not join me in the endeavour this Winter?
Unhappiness: Is it Sam Smith’s fault?
The other day I was listening to Sam Smith’s, “Too Good at Good Byes”, and weird as it sounds, placing myself in his heartbreak. Ironically, all my relationships have ended somewhat amicably, and even more importantly, I’m in a happy one at the present. It made me wonder: why did it feel so good to pretend I knew Smith’s pain? Was it the gospel choir that chimes in mid-way? Or something much deeper than this? I know what you’re thinking: what’s deeper than a gospel choir, right? Well, it turns out there is one such thing. Another…
Things You Won’t Remember When You Die
I’ve been wanting to write a post for a while, and it’s called, Things You Won’t Remember When You Die. It’s not meant to sound as disastrously bleak and suicidal as it potentially does (to be fair, you could read it as a confirmation of life’s little value). Its bluntness is intentional, however, for a completely different reason: to remind us of what’s really important while we’re here and for this sake, where we should be devoting our time. I think that one of our biggest downfalls – not as a generation or even as humanity, but as humans individually…
I remember the day I finally held myself accountable. It was sudden and unprecedented, like most encounters we’ll have with change. Not surprisingly, this turning point occurred in front of the mirror. I’d stopped and looked at myself, only to face a familiar discomfort with the opposing reflection. Nearing 16, I was well-informed of this prime I would enter in teenage-dom. They spoke of it as the do-all era. We’d stride through it encompassed by all but limitation. A sense of invincibility, this would be inevitable. The person I saw in the mirror – the girl who would embark these…