Death is so final, and I’m not sure how to deal with that. I’ve always known that, in theory. I first grasped the meaning of death when I was 9 years old, the year my grandfather passed away. I remember it taking a while for me to understand that I will never see him again,…
Category: Musings
Human, just like me
Everyday from 9 to 6, I sit across from a mother of two. She is the embodiment of a superwoman, and often reminds me of my own mother in how she jumped back from her second pregnancy and waltzed straight into the office like she hadn’t just given life to a tiny new human. She’s…
A Special Pain Called Growth
My best friend at university had this massive, daunting, 400 page long astrology boo. It had us hunched over with wide eyes and exclamations of “that’s so accurate!” on many pizza-fuelled sleepless nights. Each page of this book was titled a different date of the year, followed by a detailed explanation of what people born…
The Toxic Reality of the ‘Fear of Not Doing’
A few weeks ago, I spontaneously booked a long weekend away to Zanzibar, Tanzania with my sister on a completely out-of-character whim. Out of character because, believe it or not, I am not fond of traveling. *Gasp* I know, I know: Who doesn’t love traveling?! It’s not that I don’t like seeing new places- I do-…
Coffeee & Chaos 