Yesterday, I did a mini-musing on Instagram. Today, I want to follow-up with more thoughts. Live a life full of hope,” I said. People often equate positivity, optimism, etc. as the successful way to live, barring all negativity as the source of all unhappiness. I disagree. Strongly. Positivity, a positive lifestyle, however you want to describe it – is bupkis. Light cannot exist without darkness, nor the reverse. Darkness is not inherently evil. Negativity, thus, is merely a result of the ...
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Respect My Time
I’ve had a startling epiphany. Last night, I was in a meeting which was supposed to last at the most one hour. It lasted three. At about two hours into the meeting, I shut down. Emotionally. I couldn’t allow myself to indulge the rage and indignation I felt rising, swelling within me. Sure, I managed to engage conceptually for the remainder of the meeting, but the longer it elapsed, the less I presented and the more I retracted into myself. Afterwards, as I retrospectively sifted ...
Growing Confidence
Jumping right in, I’m not quite sure where to begin. I’ve been in the middle of chaos for over a month now. May and June are always terribly busy for me. Too many birthdays and occasions. This year I even had two nieces and one nephew graduate from their perspective schools. Oy! Unfortunately, this has left little room in my brain for musings with the maelstrom I’ve been foolishly, aimlessly dog-paddling in for weeks now. Now, none of this is all bad, mind you. In fact, I think it all to be ...
Slowing Down
I find myself needing to slow down. There was a song Emmy Rossum released years ago. I feel the embodiment of those sentiments. “Moving so fast, I’m forgetting my purpose…” Do you ever feel like that? Like you get so caught up in the daily blur of distractions, this business of Life, you forget why you’re even doing what you doing? You forget yourself and slowly succumb to the madness of survival? For me, usually such feelings manifest whenever I have an idea, and I pursue it to ...
There is Still Hope
Sometimes I feel like a broken record, that I continuously repeat myself, that each of these musings always return to the same concluding thought, each woven with the same thread, tying them together in what I aspire is a complete tapestry of my thoughts, my desires. Although, I think I’m really like a dragon who is just obsessed with one jewel, and thus my musings are my observations of beholding different facets of my fascination, my muse. Unfortunately, if I am repeating myself, if I am ...
