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  Slow Morning -  Photo by Ron Lach : https://www.pexels.com Back then, I used to equate productivity with constant busyness. My days revolved around ticking items off an endless to-do list, multitasking my way through tasks to accomplish as much as possible in a short amount of time. Slow mornings? To me, those were synonymous with laziness, reserved only for weekends or luxurious holidays at a serene hotel. And even during those rare moments, I’d often feel restless, plagued by guilt for “wasting” time. The habit of staying perpetually busy had become second nature—an autopilot mode that left me feeling disconnected from the concept of unwinding. I tried, on occasion, to indulge in a slow morning, but my mind would always wander back to what I could be doing instead. Productivity had become my identity, and the thought of slowing down felt foreign, almost wrong. Then came the pandemic, and the whole world hit the brakes. Suddenly, my packed schedule was wiped clean. Work was...

  Take your time to heal -  Photo by Andrea Piacquadio: https://www.pexels.com This morning, I woke up feeling like I was back into the system. For the past few days, I didn’t feel like I had a good rest. Even though I slept, I felt like my brain was not resting. I knew that my brain couldn’t wait to work on analyzing what had just happened, but I needed to prioritize my body and give her some break. Now that I feel much better, I allow my brain to do her work - analyzing the event. I didn’t plan it to happen. As a matter of fact, I even deliberately planned not to talk about it. But sometimes, things just happened.  One way led to another, and before I knew it, there was an impulsive confession, a sudden spilling of emotions I’d bottled up for far too long. The moment it happened, my brain scrambled to catch up. “Why did I say that? Should I have held it in?” I wondered.  But amidst the swirl of doubts, something deeper began to rise—relief. Not the kind you shout a...

Fresh flowers Gals, do you like flowers?  I used to think that it's a common thing for girls to like flowers. But I guess it might be a cultural assumption when a few weeks ago I saw something that flipped that idea in my head. So, I was walking past the new florist in town with a banner that caught my eye. It read: "Some girls don't like flowers, but they'll never say no to receiving them". I stopped in my tracks. It felt like a mix of a joke and some oddly profound truth. I stood there and wondering: Is it true that there are girls who don't like flowers? Well, maybe for some, it's the practicality as flowers don't last. Meanwhile, others might see it as personal preferences.  Whatever it is, here's the catch: whether or not someone loves flowers doesn't seem to matter as much as the gesture behind them.  I mean... think about it: it's not the bouquet itself that makes us smile. Instead, it's the thoughtfulness of the person handing i...

  Enjoying a cozy morning -  Photo by Vlada Karpovich: https://www.pexels.com It was a peaceful Saturday morning in December, the kind of day that felt like a gift in itself. The sky outside was a moody gray, the perfect backdrop for a cozy day indoors on the weekend, especially in a holiday season like this. The usual neighborhood bustle—the hum of cars, the sound of kids playing, or the murmur of chores—was notably absent. It felt like everyone was wrapped in the same blanket of tranquility that cradled me. ‘ Such a perfect moment! ’ I told myself. Everything seemed to be in harmony with nature. I settled into my favorite spot on the couch, next to the window where a gentle breeze sneaked through the slightly open pane. A steaming mug of hot cocoa rested in my hands, the rich scent mingling with the crispness of the air. On my laptop, the latest episode of my favorite anime Detective Conan was waiting for me. But before I hit play, another suggestion caught my eye: a Christ...