Keywords: Stories of my life – some , coping , grief journey , joy , loss
The “me” in this photo is almost the “me” before my parents died. This “me” is the one who almost always had an inner joy. Even on the darkest day, this “me” could talk myself out of despair. The current me is “walking a narrow path through the loss………taking sips of sorrow…..” as Julia Alvarez says in her beautiful novel Afterlife.
I’m working as a content writer in a small company for quite a few days. From the day I’ve started work here, I’m not much confident with my writing. As every day I’ve created something new but seems like it’s all fake. I don’t know this feeling, am I too overwhelmed or is this not working for me?
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Keywords: essay , friendship , love , self
One of my favourite parts of my day is cooking dinner just for myself. The other day, as I was walking to my local shop, and I had to position my umbrella in a certain way so that the couple walking towards me, who were sharing an umbrella, didn’t crash into me. I remember thinking that it would make a really good scene in a Fleabag-esque show, where the protagonist is single and unlucky in love and everyone else manages to get into relationships and make joint dinners and split the tasks. They are probably looking at a list they wrote together and saying, “you get the potatoes, I’ll get the butter.” Whereas, there I am, staring at sushi and debating if it’s going to be a sweet or savory bagel week. Then it hits me that this is my life, and that being single for my twenties isn’t just some hypothetical possibility, but is a real version of reality that I live in. It’s gone past the point of randomly sending my friends texts that say ‘will I ever be lovable?’ and has simply become my state of being. The self pitying is slowly evaporating and I’ll sternly tell myself ‘you are living it. This is it. It’s lovely and it’s also sometimes hard. By the way you’re going to crash into that couple coming towards you if you don’t move your umbrella’. Sometimes, I reminisce on the times where I’ve acted like a pretend girlfriend for a week maximum, and then I’ll make a joke to myself that it’s a bit like when people go on those intensive courses where you learn how to drive in seven days and then pass your test. I keep failing my test. Only metaphorically, obviously, I can’t drive because I always live in big cities with public transport and none of my shoes are sensible. Some couples make me believe that love is real, and acknowledge that it isn’t just a pretend feeling people curate so they can tick off ‘get married’ in their mental to-do list. Other times I’ll see a man in a peacoat and a scarf talk down to his partner and tell her that her friends are all too dramatic and hysterical. Then I consider myself one of the lucky ones. There you have it, another contradiction. Love is both real and not real, it’s a jackpot to know what you’re getting yourself into. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than have a man in a sensible coat think he can patronise me in the street, and I mean that truly.
Keywords: Bridge year , Gap year , Puerto Rico , Puerto Rico travel , Vieques
Every time I go to a new place in Puerto Rico, I fall a little bit more in love. This tiny island has it all – a lush rainforest, the most beautiful beaches, unique wildlife, vibrant cities. There’s still so much I want to see before I leave. I’m slowly learning to take life day by day – I’m on island time now, where everything is mañana, as I’ve heard a lot since I’ve been here. So I’m hoping the next trip I take is just as spontaneous and wonderful as this one was. And even when I leave Puerto Rico, I think I’ll be spending less time planning and more time living.
Keywords: homeschooling , deschool , homeschooling , homeschooling mom , intentional living , is homeschooling good , why homeschool , why you should homeschool , working homeschooling mom
Initially, I wanted to begin homeschooling when my kids were in middle school. I wanted to spend those three very critical years of their development with them and I’m also a career lady—so this idea worked to my advantage. I couldn’t give up my career—it was not for the income or the accolades, it is a serious part of who I am. I thrive off of the mental stimulation and the professional challenges. You can throw me to the wolves, and I promise, I’ll return leading the pack—and I will enjoy every turn. You couldn’t take that away from me.
Keywords: Life Ramblings , aging , career , creative writing , experience , growing up , growth , interest , job , life , passion , writing
So I’m glad in a way that while it’s quite a hard decision to make because I feel I’m letting go of another opportunity that could have been, it’s also a lesson and a reminder that while there are opportunities everywhere, not every opportunity is right for me.