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Don't stop dreaming -  Photo by Andrea Piacquadio: https://www.pexels.com There was a time in my life when I thought I needed to have all the answers. I believed that if I could figure everything out, I would finally feel secure, accomplished, and at peace. So, I’d set ambitious goals, push myself relentlessly to achieve them, and agonize over every little setback. Still, I didn’t realize how my dreams turned into burdens I carried constantly, weighing heavily on my mind and heart. They whispered to me in every quiet moment, reminding me of their urgency and of how incomplete I felt without them. I still remember one of those obsessions. Let’s just call it “the dream” for now. The dream seemed like it would complete me. I wanted it because I thought having it would mean I was enough—worthy, successful, fulfilled. But the harder I chased it, the more it seemed to slip away, like sand running through my fingers. It consumed me: sleepless nights, countless plans, disappointment so hea...

  A Healing Journey -  Photo by Oleksandr P: https://www.pexels.com I turned off my computer with a sense of finality. “Let’s call it a day,” I murmured to myself, stretching my body and sinking back gently into the chair. Leaning back, I took a few deep breaths, allowing myself a moment of stillness.  The hum of the air conditioner blended with the soft symphony of the night - the rhythmic chirping of crickets, the occasional croak of frogs, and the faint pattern of lingering raindrops. Weird, though… I didn’t feel it like noise to my ears. Instead, it was a melody of nature, a spontaneous harmony that wrapped around me like a soothing balm. Could that be nature’s brainwave? I wondered. Amidst this nocturnal orchestra, I felt a stirring within, a desire to invite something deeper, something that could complement and elevate the raw beauty of these sounds. So, I turned on my favorite Ho’oponopono music and let its healing vibrations mingle with the night’s ambiance. I cho...

  Heal Your Past -  Photo by Shiva Smyth: https://www.pexels.com As I sit here with a cup of tea, flipping through old journals, I’m struck by the sheer weight of emotions they hold. These journals are more than just pages filled with words; they’re fragments of a journey—my journey. The intention was simple when I picked them up: to review some important lessons, notes, and reflections, both from my own life and from what I had learned through others. But what I found in those pages was far more profound than I had anticipated. I saw a younger version of myself who was determined to make sense of life’s chaos. There were moments of raw vulnerability, pages soaked in self-reminders to stay strong, personal analysis of why things happened the way they did, and dreams so big they felt almost out of reach. As I read through them, I was overwhelmed with emotions—a strange cocktail of sorrow, pride, and gratitude. How much I had endured. How much I had grown. And how much I had re...

  Embrace Your Highly Sensitive Nature -  Photo by Engin Akyurt: https://www.pexels.com For as long as I can remember, I’ve known I was a sensitive person (which then I learned that not only was I a sensitive person, but a highly sensitive person). Yet, I often tried to deny this part of myself. In a society where sensitivity is sometimes viewed as a weakness, I grew up associating it with being “not fun,” “overly emotional,” or even “soft.” So, I kept it hidden, trying to mold myself into someone society might find more acceptable. But life has a funny way of showing us who we really are. The turning point came when I began to embrace my sensitivity. Slowly, I realized it was more than just a quirk—it was a strength. My ability to deeply understand and empathize with others became a cornerstone of my work and personal relationships. I learned to listen not only to words but to unspoken feelings, and this enriched my life and my connections in ways I could never have anticipat...

  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...

Peace and balance -  Photo by Nandhu Kumar: https://www.pexels.com Recently, I’ve started to notice something about myself: I have this strong tendency to avoid conflict. I shy away, not because I can’t handle confrontation, but because I just feel so tired . Emotionally tired, mentally tired—as if all my energy gets drained the moment a disagreement arises. I tell myself that growth is my goal. I want to become a better version of myself. And conflict? It often feels like a stumbling block in my path. Why would I willingly invite resistance when all I want is peace? That’s where Mel Robbins ’ “Let Them” theory comes into play. If someone wants to lie about me, let them. If they think poorly of me, let them. It’s not about letting others walk all over me; it’s about giving up control over what I cannot control. And so, as Mel suggests, from "Let Them", we shift to “Let Me.” Now, let me find my own peace. Let me focus on what I can control: my reactions, my thoughts, my ...