There's something about squandering your time that makes you realize that you're probably not cut out for the pro-leagues of life. And by that, I mean having ambitions and aspirations and actualizing them.Or, in my case, not quite actualizing anything. Only half-assing them and feeling "okay" enough about having "tried" to accomplish something.Case in point: [...]
Memories fade but some things keep popping back into the forefront.
This essay may contain spoilers. We humans are a noisy a-f bunch. In the first few days since I watched John Krasinski's A Quiet Place in theaters, I couldn't help but wince at every sound I made: the clackity-clack of the keyboard while I typed this, the glassware clanging when I put them away, and [...]
"We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others." ― Lois Lowry, The Giver We're taught from an early age that our future is what we make of it. We can be whatever we want to be, and we can do whatever we want to do. This dream is instilled in us at [...]
I felt happy. A little distracted but happy nonetheless as I sat with my mentee during a senior send-off event earlier this week in East Harlem. I never doubted her abilities to graduate from high school or to get accepted into college. No, it was something else that made me happy as I sat on [...]
Things have noticeably taken a nose-dive off a canyon cliff since I last wrote about the austerity plan M and I implemented to improve our financial situation. Budgeting is still the rule but with considerable urgency since I've lost my full-time job. That sense of financial security, that steady paycheck with its illusory sense of [...]
It's been over a month since I last wrote and published some words on this site but rest assured, I have been writing. On Medium. Trying stuff out amidst the chaos that is Life right now. Today will be a short post, but if you're looking for what I've been up to in terms of [...]
If we were having coffee... I'd tell you that I've fallen down a slight slump of depression since our last coffee chat. I thought the first week of being unemployed was rough (it was) but the second week was a strange mishmash of staring at my wall art and stomach illness. The two, I assure [...]