Diary of a Transitioning Millennial
I’m a recovering anxiety-ridden adult… just like 90%of other young adults who constantly try to figure out what life has in store. You know what? Life’s gonna open that storehouse with or without your over analytical competencies. Read the rest of this entry »
Exhaustion is a common characteristic of being burnt out. And hey, that’s just physical exhaustion. What happens when you’re burnt out in your soul and spirit? You watch as the last wisp of smoke from the quenched candle fades into the dark background. No doubt you’ve got your back to the ground. Read the rest of this entry »
I started out this year with a vision of discovery and growth. There’ve been times I pursued after growth and other times when growth pursued me and I ran away. Lol. Ironic isn’t it? Most times we want to grow and become the beautiful butterflies but the process of change can be so painful that you remain content being a caterpillar. Read the rest of this entry »
How has your week been? I’m really asking that because I want to know, not just as an intro to the blog post 😁 Alright, fine I’ll go first. Mine has been super cloudy and rainy. To be honest, I’ve had the blues many times this week- story for another day.
It’s the second half of the year already! And there’s this great awakening that comes with it. I’ve been reviewing the goals for the year and trying so hard not to get depressed by the loads of stuffs I haven’t done yet 😂 Read the rest of this entry »
The beauty about the rainy season is the chilly breeze that lingers long afterwards, especially at night. It rained much earlier in the morning but the weather is still chilled and I’m wrapped up in a duvet. What suits the night better than a late night cup of cocoa? Read the rest of this entry »
Growing up in a quiet neighborhood, one of my best moments was riding my bicycle around the serene streets. I and my friends often raced each other, doing so with hearty laughs and childish gusto. Riding was freedom for me, I had no care in the world, I’d just paddle on and on, round and round till mom called me home. Read the rest of this entry »