Is it just me, or does 2025 feel like we’re halfway past something ? I don’t quite know how to put this into words, but a new year feels heavier than wishes, firecrackers, grapes at midnight, Instagram stories, resolutions, and vision boards. Beneath all that glitter, there’s a quieter truth we don’t talk about enough: We are leaving behind 365 days of us . Three hundred sixtyf ive unique mornings. Different versions of ourselves. Moments we survived without even realizing they were survival. Laughs we didn’t know would be the last of their kind. Pain that reshaped us quietly.. And where do those days go? Do they dissolve somewhere? Do they sit folded in time? Or do they live inside us, kinda changing us molecule by molecule? We celebrate the arrival of a new year .....but what about grieving the old one? What about honoring the year that held us when we were breaking? The year that didn’t give us everything we asked for, but still gave us lessons and teachings that we w...
Ever Had a Change of Heart? Have you ever sworn you'd never do something, only to find yourself enjoying it years later? Like the one vegetable that grossed you out when you were younger but now eagerly put on your plate? Or the notion of wearing traditional clothes, going to the gym, or reading mythology once made you roll your eyes, but now you're all in? Why does this happen? The truth is, it’s rarely about the thing itself , it’s more about how it was introduced to us . Our environment, upbringing, and cultural norms create our first impressions, usually leading us to fight against things that, in reality, could have been fun, helpful, or even beautiful . Cooking: Not a Chore, But an Art I thought I despised cooking. When I was younger, it was always presented to me as something a girl should learn because "one day you'll get married." That alone was enough to make me push back. I would protest, saying I wouldn't do it! Not because I truly h...