Some of us don’t bloom early. Some of us don’t bloom loudly. Some of us bloom slowly, in our own time—maybe like the late-blooming phoenix archetype. Have you heard of it?…
Category: Personal stories
What are the odds
This is a post about travel in time — past and future. As I just returned from a long road trip, a long-awaited and well-deserved vacation meant to be a pause from life’s usual rhythm…
Where six lanes become one
I didn’t have much of a plan that morning — just a destination and a full tank of gas. After all, the best trips are the ones we don’t overthink. No big plans, no expectations…
To write or not to write
After a sunny day at the beach, an hour-long walk on the boardwalk, and a night stroll down Lincoln Road in Miami Beach visiting art galleries, I didn’t quite feel like writing. Maybe that’s…
If you only cry about it
We all know that person—including ourselves—who finds reasons to complain about the same little things again and again. The food, the traffic, the people who never seem to listen…
So much for making plans
I’ve been waiting for this weekend for a long time. I was so excited for my brother to arrive. I pictured us catching up, laughing, going places, doing all the little things I’d been saving for…
The agony of the waiting game
Do you remember those times of waiting for an important result? When every hour feels like an eternity, when you feel like jumping out of your skin with impatience, and the longer you wait…
Hitting the “pause” button
Imagine pressing down on a slice of white bread. At first, it flattens completely under the weight of your hand, all the air gone, but if you stop pressing, slowly, little by little, it starts…
Sirens’ coping mechanism
Okay, I’ll let you in on a little secret: whenever a big deadline is approaching, I have this habit of binge-watching Netflix. Classic procrastination, right? Sure, but for me, it’s more like…
When it hits home: A call for action
I’ll have to admit it I was more than pleasantly surprised last week when so many of you reached out about my post, The Anatomy of Triggers: Wounds Unhealed. Honestly, I didn’t think…