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The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed on this blog are entirely my own and do not represent the views of my employer or any other organization. All reflections are based on my personal experiences and are intended for thoughtful discussion and inspiration. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.
Letters to Myself: Entry Fourteen
Turning a page isn’t just about endings and beginnings — it’s about savoring the story in front of you. Lately, I’ve been learning to enjoy the details of the page I’m on, trusting that the next chapter will come in its own time.
Letters to Myself: Entry Thirteen
Choosing love every day isn’t about perfection—it’s about presence, compassion, and showing up for others and ourselves, even when it’s hard.
Letters to Myself: Entry Twelve
Friendship is what makes life meaningful. Some friends stay close, others drift and return, but the ones who matter never truly leave. These bonds—whether from childhood, across distance, or newly formed—remind us that good people help other good people.
Letters to Myself: Entry Eleven
We often dream about the big leaps in life — the moments when everything changes at once. But the truth is, it’s the small steps that matter most. Each little action builds the bridge to where we’re headed.
Letters to Myself: Entry Ten
This reflection explores the life I secretly want — not defined by wealth or perfection, but by growth, connection, and giving each day my best. Sometimes the life we long for is already unfolding in the small, intentional choices we make every day.
Letters to Myself: Entry Nine
Rejection is never easy, but it’s often where growth begins. In this reflection, I explore the lessons rejection has taught me — from resilience and patience to recognizing my own worth.
Letters to Myself: Bonus Entry
We often chase perfection like it’s something we can finally catch, but the truth is, life isn’t meant to be flawless. It’s meant to be lived. In this reflection, I explore how letting go of perfection—much like the changing of seasons—has brought me freedom, peace, and a deeper appreciation for the simple moments that make life truly beautiful.
Letters to Myself: Entry Eight
Saying goodbye to summer is never easy. But this year, I realized that letting go opens the door to new growth. Here’s what I’m carrying with me into the fall.
Letters to Myself: Entry Seven
I used to live life at full speed. Now, slowing down has taught me how to notice the little things, embrace patience, and rediscover joy in everyday moments.
Letters to Myself: Entry Five
Sometimes the smallest decisions have the biggest impact. For me, making punctuality a priority has shaped my opportunities, mindset, and how I show up in the world.
Letters to Myself: Entry Four
Some things aren’t meant to stay forever — but they can still leave you with lasting lessons.
Letters to Myself: Entry Three
If I had just five minutes to talk to my teenage self, I’d tell him to gear up for a wild ride — and remind him that hope and freedom are worth holding onto.
Letters to Myself: Entry One
I thought I was breaking down. But somehow, I showed up for myself in a way I never had before. This is a reflection on what it means to surprise yourself by healing — even when you didn’t see it coming.
In the Stillness, They Speak
We often forget that the quietest people in the room may be holding the deepest thoughts. This piece explores the quiet strength of introverts, and why giving space for softer voices can lead to the most powerful impact.
The Practice of Hearing Someone’s Story: Why Being Seen Can Save Us
We don’t need to fix each other. But we do need to see each other. And sometimes, asking someone their story can be the beginning of healing.
Why I Keep Writing Even When It Feels Like No One’s Listening
Why do we write? Is there anyone out there that is willing to read our writings? Or is it for ourselves?