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Fragile.

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Have you ever seen or received one of those packages that say 'Fragile: Handle With Care'? Back when I was little, I would look at those boxes with fascination, wondering what they contained. It didn't take long to find out whenever we would receive something labeled 'FRAGILE' at our house. The box would declare, in bold, red lettering: 'Handle with care'

These boxes, as you obviously know, contained items that could break easily: Christmas ornaments or artificial Christmas trees, crystal sculptures, and once, oddly, an ugly glass table with a wooden base we had to assemble ourselves. (We didn't.)

There's a reason we label these boxes 'Fragile'. We don't want the precious, expensive contents to shatter, or break in transit. So why aren't we that careful with our relationships?

It's 2018, and friendships and relationships aren't the same anymore. We've become accustomed to amassing thousands of 'friends' online. Ou…

2017: A Retrospective

2017 was a good year. That’s all I can fathom as today, on December 31, 2017, I sit and contemplate on the year gone by. 
In a lot of ways, I feel conflicted about my 2017. For one, I made considerable progress and achieved so much professionally and personally, but at the same time, the entire year was permeated by a sense of being stuck. Stuck in a comfort zone, stuck in the midst of confusion and stuck in chaos.
The quarter life crisis hit me hard this year. And it’s something I’m still dealing with. I suppose it’s okay to be dealing with confusion and angst regarding my life at this age, but I still don’t really see a way out. Hopefully 2018 helps me work on this in a better way. 
But overall, I feel I played it a little too safe this year. I deliberately protected myself and my heart. Maybe the hurt and pain of 2016 made me do this, but I felt it was the right thing to do in 2017. To keep myself safe and heal. 
I’m still immature in a lot of ways, and I still goof up an…

Counterfeit Love

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Every song on the radio is about it. Most movies and TV shows revolve around the concept of it. We find ourselves obsessed with the idea of it.
Love.


If the media would have you believe what love is, they would have you think that 'love' is spending the night with an attractive person. It's about 'scoring'. They would tell you that love is more about the physical, the outward, the visible. High fives and winks all around. But that's a lie. Just as today's pop songs replace the F-word with "love" on the radio (as if that's even the same thing), the fake, counterfeit love that the world tries to sell us is a lie.

Because 'love' is so much more than physical gratification. It goes beyond the sexual, it transcends the human body. It is so much more than today's image-obsessed culture would have us believe. Take a listen to the top ten songs on the radio right now. Granted, they are earworms that have the potential to stick with us for…

Breaking Down Our Walls

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"Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out..."
-Robert Frost, Mending Wall
Have you ever really thought about walls? You know, those things made out of bricks,  cement and concrete? You're probably surrounded by four of them right now. Maybe you're sitting atop one and reading this, in which case, you're cool.

But there's another kind of wall that I want to talk about today. Not the physical kind. The kind we put up between ourselves and our neighbors. The barriers and obstructions that prevent others from reaching out to us, and us them. As human beings, we tend to build walls around ourselves all the time. For example, picture this:
* You had your heart broken by someone you really, truly loved, and now you swear never to love anyone ever again. ("I'm done!")
* A friend you're really close to does something stupid, and hurts you, so you decide it's better to be alone than to trust anyone ever again. (&q…

25 Lessons I Learned at 25

So...this is it. I'm officially over the hump tomorrow. I'm turning 26, and right now, I'm sitting and mulling over the crazy, incredible, happy, sad and trying year this has been. Really, if the universe wanted me to learn life lessons, it really saved some of the toughest ones for my 25th year. Being that wise almost-26 year old sage that I am today, I would like to share with you some life lessons I learned in my 25th trip around the sun. Trust me, there's definitely some lessons you might learn from my experiences (emojis included because 2017):

1. Don't be afraid to walk away 🚶: Whether it's a friendship that got stale, a romance that faded away, or a job that sucks the life out of you, please ditch it. Stop trying to wait around to see if things get better. Because while things do get better, sometimes the reason for that is you letting go of the old, heavy stuff weighing you down.

2. Stop comparing yourself to others 👥: One of the biggest things I came …

Still Lost...And That's Okay

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Welcome to the Quarter-Life Crisis  I think a recurring theme on my blog is the fact that I am constantly lost. Lost in the sense that I seldom know what direction my life is taking, where I am headed, or what lies in store for my future.

As more than half the year has passed, I suppose it's a good time to reflect on where I am in life. And more than that, remind myself that that's okay.

I mean, I think I should probably define 'lost' at this point. It doesn't mean I'm stuck on some remote island, sleeping on banana leaves and eating coconuts, but just that right now, I'm still in the process of figuring out what exactly I want from my life. What's my perfect career? I have ideas, but...
What about my love life? Well, LOL.

Would I like to be in the perfect career at the moment, working in [insert glittery big city here]? Yes! Would I like to find the love of my life, get married and have ten kids? Yeah. Well, aside from the ten kids thing.

So much of wh…

The Vine

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Disclaimer: This is a poem I wrote early this year, at a time when I was feeling lost and confused about my direction in life. Now, I'm no Shelley, but I do enjoy writing the occasional poem, just as a way of giving release to my thoughts (Also, I don't enjoy writing poetry as much as prose, but I thought I'd challenge myself). Hope you like it!

THE VINE