My summer is unusually busy this year—and not in the fun, “beach and road trips” kind of way. No, I’ve been stuck in a chair for hours on end, every single day. If I learned anything…
Category: Personal stories
Defying stereotypes of ageism
As time passes, day after day, society begins labeling us—shifting us from one category to the next. Then one day we may find ourselves in our mid-60s, with words like “old” and…
The roadblocks to new opportunities
Lately, I’ve been moving through a stretch that’s been full of roadblocks. It showed up at work through a project but honestly, the project is just a mirror. What I really noticed was…
It’s not that important… yet
I wasn’t going to write about this. I really wasn’t. Because… well, after all, it’s not that important. Not important like world peace or life-altering decisions. Not even important like finishing that…
From then to now: The neurodivergent way of being
I remember when I was a child, my father often told me that I was a Type A personality. I was active, curious, talkative, intense. That’s just how I was and no one tried to “fix” me…
When did my lilac come and go?
You won’t have to ask me what my favorite flower is — you could guess by the lilacs I’ve planted on both main sides of my house. All different kinds, blooming at different times…
From self-help to research through the lens of self-determination theory
Some of you may have come across my “Call for Research Participants,” and some of you were quite surprised by it. I get it. Studying psychology at this stage in my life might not…
All the pieces that form a whole me
There are moments when I catch myself not knowing where I am — a smell, a color, a street sound pulls me into a past version of myself I forgot I still carried. As I’ve lived in…
Our divisive world: Reflecting on missed opportunities
Some missed opportunities linger. Not because we didn’t try, or because we weren’t ready but because we didn’t fit the mold someone else built for us. As I was reflecting the other day…
I am only human: The art of being uncomfortable
May Day is becoming a memory… Looking back on Rhinoceritis in the Making, after the imaginary curtain falls and I’m left alone with myself, I keep reflecting on the lessons learned that…