Sometimes, no preface is needed.

I tend to take it to heart when someone does not like me. As I have gotten older, I have learned that my value is not dependent on other people, especially those who do not need to be in my life.

This week was very ordinary. I was disappointed by it but remembered that it was also a blessing.

I have felt like I have been off my game this week. This week’s thought reminds me that it’s okay to make mistakes, rest, and give up some control.

It’s been storming recently, and it reminded me that you can dance in the rain.

For a bit now, I have had certain feelings resurface, and I believe these feelings hold some weight. Here is a poem about reaching for something you already see.

This post's thought is short because I was traveling during this time.

The thing that has been on my mind lately is how far I have come. And yes, there’s still room for improvement, but the comfort I take in my vulnerability and higher standards is a good feeling. I have changed so much, more than others realize.

I have been pondering a lot. Life has been interesting lately.

My emotions were all over the place this week. Here’s a brief thought of how your feels can hurt a lot.

I had to do some informative reading and found something very applicable: as writers, we read into things a lot. It’s in our nature. Here’s a little thought about that.

Today was a hard day. I'm diving right into the poem.

Many thoughts have crossed my mind this week, and I think a central theme was learning to maintain an open spirit.

This week took an unexpected turn, and although I get anxious, I love random adventures. Here is a general thought about unexpected moments.

It was the first time in a long time that I didn’t do any work on my “off days” and it was nice!

Jam packing fun on a weekend never made sense to me, but the extra day didn’t make it fully living for the weekend.

Here’s a tribute to hot days.

Emotionally, mentally and physically, this week was hard. I feel burn-out on all ends of the spectrum and almost did not want to post.

But as I always mention, writing is one of the ways I process. The words are gliding, and I cannot seem to stop.

I saw this quote about writing. You write because it feels like someone is listening to you, or you are finally listening to yourself.

I cannot process this week - just feeling some minor burnout. So, I am going back to an older memory of when I went to a museum dedicated to language. I enjoyed the experience and had a thought about it.

I moved to DC (proper) this week and it was totally the right decision. The parallels I see to my life here and in Boston are crazy. Here are a few thoughts about this move.

Last poetic piece for Ramadan.

I feel better now after a roller coaster of emotions. So, here is a short reflective thought.