Note to self: Refuse to fall

The past may have been full of questions but the year ahead has the potential for a lot of answers. Don’t let the questions bind you, let the answers find you. Let them unravel you. Let the art of mindfulness guide you.

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Note to self: Find your gold & grey

In a world that offers you black and white choices, find your grey and gold. Stay bold and beautiful. Stay curious. Cherish one because of the other. Love life and never stop exploring, within and beyond.

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Why I write

I am grateful for the power of love and magic writing holds. Writing is about getting up, getting well, and getting over. While I may not be a writer in its truest sense, I write because it fills me with hope and is the light that guides me home. A journal in your drawer or the draft of a novel waiting to be published or quick notes on your phone or maybe letters to a stranger…don’t ever stop. Every little note, haiku or post I have written over the years, came together as this unusual yet vivid mosaic wall. A wall of rage, joy, hormones, heartbreak, fear, anxiety, friendship, love and so much more. A wall with clusters of colours ― blacks and blues with bits of golden yellow cutting through and dots of green in between. A wall of my story and my journey, when looked at in isolation were ceramic shards but when put together made a beautiful mosaic wall of memories…of life.

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Why disappointment is actually good for you

People will disappoint you in life. Friendships you’ve had for years will fall apart. People you’ve looked up to will not always have your interest at heart. Strangers will not always be who they say they are. The loves of your life will change and often, you might even disappoint yourself with life choices and roads less taken. This will happen at home and at work.

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Everything, everything

We are everything we are and intend to be,
we are everything in between,
wrapped in fractured maps of logic and love,
and unbroken laughter.

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Sunsets & sangrias

A boy I once bore my heart to told me that he loved me but saw himself with someone else. That baffled me and cut me in places that hurt most. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally, acceptance — getting over love — the struggle is very real. Why does hearing no leave you with an aching heart and mind? Why does the lump in your chest make you feel so hollow?

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misfits

maybe we are round pegs in square holes
with minds and dreams beyond our years
so breathe you, breathe to the rhythm of your soul
live not to be liked, live to remember
your stories aren’t for the rubble
they’re for the world, to be told

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Maternal instincts

Don’t let them dim your light
Always shine on

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fleeting emotions

What is it about
fleeting emotions captured
to have and to hold?

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