Wherein I try to come up with something for the end of the decade.
Hello, blog. To say that you mean so much to me would be an understatement. This space has been a witness to the many phases of my life — from being an innocent and naive college freshie, to a corporate slave, and now, to being a full-time freelance writer. It […]
I have long stopped believing that home is a destination. I have been to many places but I’ve never felt at home more than being with the people that I love. For me, home is a feeling: it is found between ephemeral moments, in the little pauses before the wave come crashing through the shore, in the gorgeous sunsets and the serene sunrises.
For years, my life was all about the hustle. I thought that being productive, getting things done, and working hard would make me feel fulfilled and happy — but, oh boy, was I so wrong.
I have always believed in the power of written words. As someone who dreads confrontation, I find myself responding in either of these ways: I keep quiet and write down the things that I fail to say, or I distract myself and escape whatever it is that’s bothering me. The past few months have been more of the latter, which explains my long absence online.
There are some things in life that are worth working on despite having zero income (passion projects, hobbies), but there are also other things that should not be tolerated. If you plan to reach out to me to ask me to do free work or to do some job where you’ll pay me $2 for 1,000-words… then screw you. I’m sick and tired of people trying to take advantage and of people who think that writing is worthless and trivial (FYI, this sh*t is a hard job to do).
There was a time in my life when my diet was completely taken over by burgers. I remember Mark and I visiting different burger joints, our dates filled with greasy patties served with greasier sides. Now that I’m trying to live a healthier lifestyle (a.k.a. Lessening the junk that I […]