Do you ever wish God could just take away something you’ve been dealing with? Like a health challenge or a weakness, where you’re just like “Urghh!!! Why can’t I be alright?” Well, sometimes all he says in those situations is “My Grace is sufficient for you” which translated in our parlance would be “Buck up! I’m gonna show out even in what seems to you like a weakness.”Continue reading “Finding the beauty in pain”
I was mindlessly scrolling through my Instagram timeline when I noticed some posts which were both mood boosters and drainers. I saw one that was like, ‘You have to force yourself to wake up early, you have to take care of your responsibilities, you have to be honest with yourself, you have to evaluate your priorities. Nobody is going to do it for you, these are your goals and dreams. Everything you want starts and ends with you.’ To be honest, I was logged out at the second ‘You have to’. I’m at a point where my entire body is screaming ‘Do I have to? I’m sick and tired of it all!’Continue reading “Need a corner to vent?”
Still on writing on the fly, I’m developing a short story (which I’ve broken into different parts). Do join me everyday as the story unravels. Feel free to share your thoughts on how you think it should go. Ciao!
Sometimes in life, a sudden situation, a moment in time, alters your whole life, forever changes the road ahead. – Ahmad Ardalan.
Jessica rubbed her hands around the circumference of her belly. It was the size of a football. She hated how she looked, and how she felt. She hated her body for betraying her. She shut her eyes as her mind drifted to where it all began.Continue reading “Fallow Ground”
I’m sure that if I asked you to describe the year 2020, a few negative adjectives would pop in. It was turbulent, challenging, tempestuous, damn right difficult, tough, and filled with hurts. We’ve had/seen losses either from the corona virus or from other things. Worst part is that it all happened just at once… so overwhelming!Continue reading “The Year that Made Us”
‘Lady High Control Freak’ was the nickname given to me by myself and my friends. I loved to be in control. Heck! I could control how I spoke, what I said, how I sat, how I looked, and how things should go. Or so I thought!Continue reading “Tales of a recovering control freak”