I am an intricate mix of flavors and you'll get a taste of them through my writing pieces; versatility and vulnerability go together like a fresh-baked croissant+coffee.
Social Exhaustion: Understanding the Mind of an Introvert
Anxiety is something that was familiar to me since the early pre-teen stages, but at that time in my life I could not put my finger on what it meant. The symptoms of anxiety that I had been experiencing (biting around my cuticles, shaking my leg, fidgeting, waking up in cold sweat, not able to catch my breath in stressful situations, saying ‘sorry’ all the time, and racing thoughts) were a natural response to my given circumstances; lots of traveling between the midwest and west coast, countless surgeries, post-surgery recovery, and physical therapy sessions can be, suffice to say, exhausting.
Becoming Your Own Boss from the Comfort of Your Studio Apartment
For as long as I could remember, I loved mentoring and tutoring people. It didn’t matter to me what age group they belonged to, what socio-economic class they came from, or how much they were willing to pay me per hour.
Thoughts from a Balcony: Missing Mac Miller
Music has always been a healthy dose of vitamins, nutrients, and the freshest sip of water quenching thirst I’ll ever get. I wake up every day wondering if I’ll hear a new song that’ll catch my attention or become my new found obsession... or possibly change my life forever. I start my day off with a proper playlist to begin the day on the right note. It's like the equivalent of a daily morning prayer for me.
Whatever, Just Don't Get Too Comfortable
We’re creatures of habit by nature and it’s really easy to fall into a mundane daily routine. There is nothing wrong with following a healthy routine such as exercise at the beginning or end of the day... but I’m talking about the kind of comfort zone that stifles a person’s ability to move forward and see beyond the realm of possibilities.
Thoughts of an Immigrant...
After sixteen years of being away from a place I had once considered my oasis, being reunited with one of my long-esteemed childhood friends in Chicago had been like a breath of fresh air. After being disconnected for years from my culture, my home, my friends, and family, I had started to perceive my heart as a separate entity. A lot of people raised in two different cultures can attest to the fact that sometimes it feels like the mind is one place and the heart is in another.