One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time…give it, give it all, give it now.
― Annie Dillard
Does Writing Ever Become Easier?
When the Words Don’t Come Easily
Writing in a Time of Pandemic (a tribute to George Orwell)
Will You Write When You Feel Blue? (on being authentic)
The Magic of Embracing Stupid (on dealing with inner critic)
Why I Write To My Son?
My Escape From the Most Useless Place, the Waiting Place
Totally Random Thoughts
We All Have Enough Time
Learning to Lower My Mountain of Expectations
What Do You (Not) Have Time For?
Exercise Happier, Not Harder
Success is What You Mean It To Be
Does Science Need To Tell Us Why Affection Matters?
The Forest Spirit (a tribute to my friend and zero waste living)
When A Cow Walks Into a Bar (on hope and happiness)
How Quitting My Job Twice Saved Me From Settling for Less
If You Can Afford to Travel, Can You Afford Not to Travel?
So What If My Life is a Mess? (on using reverse…
For me, November has often been the month for new beginnings. More so than New Years. It is because I feel more restless in November than in any other month.
I started writing on Medium in November last year. Though instead of celebrating my one-year anniversary with renewed enthusiasm, I find that I’m spending far less time writing, checking my Medium email, or reading this month than in past months.
Even so, I am proud of my decision to write here and the progress I’ve made so far. I am ever so grateful for the incredible writers I’ve discovered and connected to. They have made me feel much less alone. This period of detachment is only temporary. …
The biggest concentration camp is your own mind and the key is in your pocket. — Dr Edith Eger
Two years ago, at age 90, renowned psychologist and holocaust survivor, Dr Edith Eger published her first book and memoir, The Choice: Embrace the Possible. She recently published her second book, The Gift: 12 Lessons to Save Your Life.
I didn’t know anything about Dr Eger until I listened to her interview with Lewis Howes. At age 92, Dr Eger has mesmerizing energy and optimism. The stories she shared in this hour-long interview astonished me. …
Some of the writers I follow have voiced their reactions to Medium’s new logo. So far I haven’t encountered anyone who likes the symbol. It puzzles me. In order for it to get placed in front of millions of people overnight, the people of Medium must have fallen madly in love with it.
Why, then, this wide gap of taste between Medium and its users? It seemingly appeared out of nowhere with little or no warning.
Abracadabra. Here I am. Love me or leave me.
Upon first seeing it, many people stated that they mistook it as a glitch. That is how sudden and disorienting its arrival was. My first reaction was, What is it? Where is Medium? I thought Medium had been swallowed by the dots that looked like a black hole. …
I’ve come to appreciate how parts of life and nature are deeply shrouded in mystery. I am comfortable being undecided about many things. For example, I have long neither believed nor disbelieved in ghosts, but an experience I had not too long ago made me more open to their existence.
Years ago I had a friend who lived in Oregon with a small community of forest-dwellers. She and her neighbors made things to sell, such as jewellery, walking sticks, dog leashes, and so on, which they sold on the streets or at open markets and used the money they made to buy food and other supplies. …
If you need to express your sadness, don’t hold back.
Just do it.
If you want to reveal your despair, don’t fear.
Just do it.
If you care to share your struggles, do it like it is no one’s business.
Although, they try and they judge,
No one has permission to tell you what to think and what to feel.
If you feel blue, just feel blue even if this may annoy happy people.
If you feel happy, just feel happy even if this may annoy sad people.
If you need to express joy, don’t hold back.
Just do it.
If you want to celebrate yourself, don’t apologize.
Just do it. …
About a month and half ago I set a daily writing goal of 10-minutes. During these 10-minute-long sprints, I’ve been capturing random thoughts not to share, but to practice writing about. One recent day, an idea to turn some of these thoughts into a post came to me. Because, why not?
Today, my thoughts turn to annoying features of Medium I can live without.
Recently the Medium’ CEO, Ev Williams wrote:
“You know when you reply to an email that has an attachment and you add someone but that new person on the thread doesn’t get the attachment? How is there still no quick fix for that in email/Gmail? And what’s more efficient — hitting forward and adding the new person and then re-adding the original sender (plus anyone else) or hitting reply and then reattaching?” …
I woke up in a hospital bed, couldn’t remember who I was for a moment.
A fever is playing a sneaky trick on my mind.
For the first time, when I look in the mirror, I am repulsed by who I see,
Who I’ve become.
In seventy-four years of my stupid existence, I’ve done nothing right.
I screwed you up, America. No, you screwed you up.
You got what you asked for.
You’ve done it to yourself.
Why I have this sudden compulsion to tell the truth now, I don’t know.
But, listen kiddos,
It is strange how the truth doesn’t come easily, like the rarest eclipse. …
Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.
— Henry David Thoreau
I find it almost impossible to go through a single day without encountering the word success.
Why has it become such a buzzword? Why do we need to care so much about becoming successful?
It is becoming a bit tiring.
The world refers to success as a destination, a height we can reach to preside over others, or a point of life at which we transition to someone with money, status, and fame.
For many, this may sound like a fabulous thing to strive for or even kill themselves to achieve, if necessary. …
In writing, it is easy to take oneself too seriously and try to control the creative process.
I admire writers who let their thoughts out into the world in whatever manner, style, and length they fancy.
Today I’ve summoned up the courage to do just that and share these totally random thoughts. Because, who cares? I want to practice writing what I want to write anyway I want.
Just because I can.
Whenever I try to find myself and my purpose, I feel like a dog chasing its own tale. It is only when I relax and let myself be that I feel found. …