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too busy being cute, spreading good energy, and letting the universe figure out the rest. If humans had taglines, I think mine would just be: Cute, and that’s it. I don’t mean that in an egomaniac way. It’s just that I’m cute in every single way. From the outside, yeah, I have a cute face. But it’s so much more than that. It’s the fact that I care about people. I’m the one who stands by you,…

“The only way to handle a lack of freedom is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” The Price of Curating Your Own Life (What Have I Sacrificed?) Life can look completely effortless from the outside, can’t it? The timed morning workouts, the curated daily life loads, and the details that take actual precision to perfect. Add to that a busy teaching career…

when you are a leader of your own internal world, but you have a very specific, quiet way of carrying that… That “waiting” period is often the most exhausting part of the journey. It’s like being in a waiting room where the clock isn’t moving, and you’re just sitting there with all those “what if” thoughts. It takes so much strength to just be still and let time do its work when everything…

Conversations with Myself and the Weight of Destiny Sometimes, I feel like I don’t want to do anything other than sit and talk to myself. Just like I’m talking to another person. I ask myself questions, I answer them, and I give myself advice. It might feel like a “schizophrenic” move to some, but the truth is, I don’t have anybody who knows me the way I know myself. I haven’t found anyone as…

…something real, clear, and safe Manifesting 27: Sneakers, Soul, and Self There are less than three days left until May 8th. Turning 27 feels like a total “OMG” moment. Honestly, this year and the past one have been a heavy cycle of hurt, and I’m still navigating the “stuck” feelings in my heart and body. But I’m choosing to manifest something better for this new age. When it comes to my…

Shoutout to my Pinterest boards for holding my dreams and my Spotify for carrying my heart when I didn’t have the words. The Journey.. That Hurts Lately, I’ve been trying to look at the photos, videos, and songs that usually help me turn back into my own self. But honestly? Since there’s so much hurt in my heart and my body—physically, mentally, and emotionally—it’s just too hard right now. I…

C’est la vie, just be the good that everyone can see. My Words: Only for Me or Not Sometimes I write things that are sooooo reasonable, so relatable in my mind, but after a while I see them as either so blank or too much emotion. It means even I don’t agree with myself. Even our own thoughts can change after a certain time because life affects us, and what we are seeing while we are living…

Everybody is a masterpiece in their own way, even if that masterpiece has 400 tabs open. Why Being Different is Actually the Best Part If you ask me what makes a person unique, I would say everything. Moreover, I think all people are unique. We are created in a way that nobody can ever be the same. Everybody has their own little differences and I think that’s just so beautiful. Take me as an…

Happiness isn’t a destination, it’s just the little things you choose for the journey. The Little Things That Make Me Laugh People ask me what makes me laugh, what actually makes me happy? I think they expect some deep answer but honestly it’s not that big of a deal. For me happiness isn’t hiding in big things. It’s just in the little stuff we do every day. You know that feeling when you have…

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” The Architects of Who We Are Since tomorrow is a school day after a break, it seems right to write about it. In our life, we have people that can affect us on our journey. Sometimes a friend (and I’m so lucky that I had that), sometimes our family… and…

I’ve realized that the best part of the journey isn’t the destination, but the moment a stranger becomes a “purple person” right before your eyes. If you asked me how I’d choose to cross the country, I wouldn’t point you toward the airport. Sure, my car is easier, and a plane is faster, but speed is the enemy of a good story. When I travel, I’m not just looking for a change of scenery; I’m…

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Change is in the air—and in my hair. I decided to trade my bleached balayage for a shade called Midnight Blue. It’s exactly like the name: deep, velvety, and a little bit mysterious. It’s definitely a shift from the blonde tones, and looking in the mirror feels a bit like meeting a new character in a book, but I’m really leaning into it. It…

“I’m fine. I’m just being dramatic. It’s what I do.” There is a specific kind of exhaustion that comes from living entirely inside your own head. I’ve realized that I don’t just “do” activities; I use them as anchors. I lose myself in the rhythm of writing, the escape of reading, the discipline of exercise, and even the quiet vanity of haircare and planning outfits. They are the small,…

It’s the “One More Time” theory: the story doesn’t change, but I do. I have a confession to make. It’s not that I’ve had four cups of coffee before noon (that’s just a biological requirement at this point). It’s that I am a serial “repeater.” You know how some people finish a book, say, “Well, that was a lovely journey through the human psyche,” and then just… move on? Could I BE any more…