When I look inward as to who I am and what I stand for, I’ve always been met with a sense of peace, an anchor. I guess I’m blessed that I had parents that never imposed their ideas or identities on me, but rather just let me learn my way through life. Advertisements
I sit with nothing but silence around me. Cross-legged on the floor, I close my eyes and try to focus on the furthest sound I can hear. Nothing. There’s just the machine hum of the air conditioner above me. The thoughts in my mind feel more like a conversation, what feels like hundreds of different
“I feel old” “I feel like I should have accomplished so much more” “I have no idea what I’m doing”
I’m 25 today.
I have probably mentioned this before, I finished grad school late last year and I’ve been lucking out on finding a job. You would think that that would be my major frustration right? It really isn’t because I’m reasonable and I understant the state of unemployment at the moment… (1) unemployment is high, (2) my field is
i was in a slight car accident yesterday, no one got hurt alhamdullilah/ thank God (it really wasn’t bad at all…no cause for alarm). i’ve been driving for over 5 years and this is the first accident i’ve been in. i was shook for the rest of the day and my mum at one point
My grandma was one of the closest friends I’ve ever had and I remember always wanting to be just like her. To be as open, as worldly, as loving, as wise. I remember tracing the scar on her ankle that she got from a bullet and seeing her as superwoman. I remember seeing her communicate
I went through all the places where I keep my thoughts [journals], words [blogs] and photos [all over the place] to compile a visual diary of 2016 and what it was like for me.
I’m currently in that awkward period between being done with higher education and getting a job. That point in life when your ID says you’re an adult but your bank account reminds you that you are what I like to call ‘an adult child”. It’s a thing, trust me.