Life lesson 27: Sometimes you to have to lose your path to find yourself

As I look back on 26, my biggest lesson has been that sometimes, you have to lose your path to find yourself.

By: Chriselle Correia 15 March 202020 March 2020 Writing & ExpressionBlog, Dating, Love, Marriage, Relationships, Thoughts, Wedding, Writing, Writing & Expression1 Comment

It’s a MatCh

Two years ago, I had this message on a dating app from a boy with a very cute lamb in his photos and a rather funny yet honest bio. Had to swipe right, right? His message read something like, “It’s early days, and either of us could be crazy but it’s got a good feeling…

By: Chriselle Correia 9 February 20209 February 2020 Honesty Hour, Writing & Expression2020, Blog, Goals, Life Lessons, Self Love, Thoughts, Writing2 Comments

Twenty twenty, lead the way.

It’s been a while, a long long time. How are we? We’re a month into 2020 but I can’t help reflecting on the year gone by. I think back to who I was last year and I see someone unsure and disconnected. I see someone lost for purpose. I walked into 2019 with the promise…

By: Chriselle Correia 8 September 20198 September 2019 Honesty Hour, Writing & ExpressionGratitude, Life Lessons, Resilience, Self Care, Self Love, Starting Over, Thoughts, Travel, WritingLeave a Comment

You live and you learn

Over the past few months, I felt like I had finally met my new normal. Yet, forces from the universe kept knocking this new normal down, forcing me to get out of my comfort zone and reach for me. And so after months of rejections and unanswered job applications, I finally made it to payroll.…

By: Chriselle Correia 1 August 2019 Honesty Hour, Writing & ExpressionDaily Thoughts, Kindness, Love, Love Is, Thoughts, Writing, Writing & ExpressionLeave a Comment

Love is healing

Love picked my broken heart off the floor, wiped away my salty tears and helped me believe that I could start over. It came in different places, times and faces over the years, holding me when I was falling to pieces. Even if temporarily, love lifted my spirit and stopped me from giving up. Whether in the face of a kind stranger or a loving animal, love chose me. And so, I will always choose love.

By: Chriselle Correia 16 May 201918 May 2019 Honesty Hour, Writing & ExpressionAdulthood, Adulting, Dear Diary, Gratitude, Learning, Life Lessons, Self Love, Self-learning, Starting Over, Thoughts, Twenty Something, WritingLeave a Comment

I am giving myself another chance and then some

Why aren’t we allowed to fail at things we work hard for? Why aren’t we allowed to acknowledge we made a wrong decision? Why aren’t we allowed to give ourselves time? Why aren’t we allowed to be someone who is still figuring out their path?

Riding solo

Does doing things on your own make you a strange pea? Does that mean you’re lonely?

The story

We all have a rehearsed set of lines similar to our Facebook, Twitter or LinkedIn bios. These are usually simple yet exciting enough, witty but safe. It is the story you know people want to hear even if it is not yours to tell. It is a story of our past achievements, our future aspirations, our talents and outward appearances. It is a story meant for the file.

About Blog

As someone rightly said, “Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.”

About Author

A twenty-something, still learning about life.

Mental health matters

There will always be people telling you they know better. There will always be people finding shame in your struggles and achievements. There will also always be you who matters most. There will always be voices of self doubt. There will always be cheers for self love. On good and bad days, there will always be love for you, from your family, friends and strangers alike.

Acceptance

We’re faced with grief in the form of the death of a loved one, a bad break-up, the loss of a job, a tanked idea, abuse in any form, or a fatal diagnosis. These circumstances mostly come unannounced, leaving you with tear-stained faces and empty pillow talk. You’re told to live well, and just when you do, it’s all taken away from you.

Good or bad, time will tell

We are not running out of time. Our journeys will pan out as they must eventually anyway. So it is okay not knowing every once in a while. It’s okay to keep putting your building blocks together, bit by bit. It’s okay to feel confused. It’s okay to feel frustrated. It’s okay to feel everything all at once.

26

By: Chriselle Correia 28 March 201928 March 2019

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Turning 25 seemed monumental and I suppose it was! I finished a Master’s degree, I found my best friend, I discovered my inner goof, I started putting a home together, I became a puppy-mummy. In so many ways, I truly crossed the threshold of adulthood while meandering through 25. As I turn another year older, there is so much to reflect on, so much to learn from, so much to share, so much to teach—all these lessons and thoughts root themselves in my mind, reminding me of all that I should be thankful for. But everything in between that milestone and the rest of my life seems rather indefinite. I mean, what’s 26 supposed to feel like?

When your person feels like home

By: Chriselle Correia 19 March 20192 May 2019

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Home to me has always been where I grew up, an address I remember almost instantaneously. And in the last few years, it’s mostly been a memory decked with stills of my childhood and young adult life. But the more I think about it, considering, the attachment isn’t with the house itslef but with those that make it home – family, friends, pets, moments. Home has always been these peoeple that ease every question and worry by really being around you with no barriers and restrictions.

Bye, bye 2018.

By: Chriselle Correia 1 January 201920 March 2019

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They say the way you spend New Year’s Eve marks how you spend the rest of the year. I looked over the water, drank some champagne, laughed with people I love and then laughed some more, FaceTimed with my better halves around the world, watched the fireworks and held onto my love with gratitude. If this…

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

By: Chriselle Correia 13 December 201817 December 2018

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Christmas has always been about more than the presents under the tree and the lights on the streets. It is about family and friends around the table, it is about celebrating our faith and the gift of love and forgiveness from God. It is about the joy we share with every Carol sung. It is about the memories made over baking sweets and granny’s Christmas pudding. It is about every tradition from the past and every new tradition you create as you grow older.

Hello November

Fifty days to Christmas and a week over to the new year, this is my favourite time of the year. The days are getting long and the breeze is getting warm. As I walk down pathways covered in petals, the horizons are a blur. In the distance, I see a Christmas tree, golden and green. It is covered in lights, and wishes and dreams.

Be the life of the party

Look back to your past on a Monday, look upon tomorrow on a Tuesday, reach ahead for your future on a Wednesday, but slow down on a Thursday, be still on a Friday, and be thankful for the present on the weekend.

Wake me up when September ends

By: Chriselle Correia 3 October 201810 April 2019

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To be in an existential crisis can feel very daunting and confronting. Recently, I found myself questioning the hope for tomorrow. What if we never reach the future? What if our future and everything it entails is the present and that is all that will ever exist? My boyfriend often talks about the life he envisions for our 80s. It’s adorable to think that someone would do everything they could today to promise you a beautiful tomorrow. What about our terrible twenties and terrific thirties and frightful forties or the fantastic fifties?