I was about to go on stage before a hundred of my peers, presenting a workshop idea to them. Many people had lined up to present their ideas, and only a few of those ideas would be chosen by popular vote.
As I was listening to the people on stage, I started feeling more and more nervous and regretted my decision to take part in this idea pitch.
I had just recently left a highly paid and prestigious job (and my entire legal career along with it), moved to another continent, and started a business from scratch. …
There are two crucial phases in life. To live a good life, we must act in accordance with which one we have.
To explain these phases, imagine you’re on a small boat in the middle of the ocean.
Now picture yourself in the middle of a storm. You’re far away from the shore, all by yourself on a tiny ship, and you don’t know if you can make it through the next few hours.
Sometimes, life’s like that. During rough times, people switch to “getting through” mode.
I recently found myself in an epic struggle with my writing.
My draft folder was growing as I kept on writing articles that felt too controversial to submit. At the same time, I wasn’t able to write new (and presumably tamer) articles.
While going through an article for the dozenth time, I realized that I was trying to find a solution on the outside. Unconsciously, I seemed to think that I would be able to move on if I just got all the words right in this article in front of me.
At that moment I realized I was trying…
I have sacrificed a lot for my relationship. If I hadn’t married an American, I would either be a global citizen living abroad or I’d be in my home country, immersed in my culture and speaking my language. I definitely wouldn’t be living in an American suburb.
Culture-related sacrifice can be inevitable in international relationships — after all, if you live in different countries, one or both of you has to move so you can be together. Leaving my country is a decision I made willingly, and even though it was hard, it was the right choice.
This taught me…
I recently watched a space opera — Babylon 5 — where one of the characters made a proverbial deal with the devil. Bad choice after bad choice sent him down a path that would soon turn him into an intergalactic version of Hitler.
While this character was making choices that brought the universe closer to disaster, he kept on telling himself that he had no choice. And the further he strayed from the path of integrity, the more he lost his soul.
It was excruciatingly painful to watch. More than once, I shouted at the screen: “He’s lying to himself!”
The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.―Chief Joseph
Art. 1 Sentence 1 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights reads:
“All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.”
The United Nations General Assembly proclaimed this milestone document on 10 December 1948. Fast forward over 72 years and we seen that this is unfortunately still not the living reality for many people.
As someone who has lived in different parts of the world and who has an international law background, I’m acutely aware that opportunities are not…
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” my husband said, tongue-in-cheek. “Sadly, I will be back.”
A few minutes and kisses later, he was off. I closed the door, not fully able to believe that for the first time in a long, long time, I was alone. I had the entire place to myself. I had all of me to myself.
Instead of needing to be done with my workout by dinner time, I could exercise whenever I wanted. Speaking of dinner, I could eat whenever I wanted. Oh, and go to bed when I wanted. No need to compromise. No need…
I’ve been dreaming about this moment.
And it has finally, finally, finally arrived. I have been waiting to finally wrap my hands around this warm bringer of joy for longer than expectant parents wait for birth after a pregnancy confirmation.
Unless something very unexpected happens, I will never, ever, ever feel this way about a mere cup of tea again.
Maybe I should name the cup of tea in front of me? Introduce it to my parents? My friends?
“Does this look like a ‘Joe’ to you? Or a ‘Mary’? Perhaps we should do away with all the gendered language…
As a writer, you have to get used to rejection. Unfortunately, that’s harder than it sounds. For instance, does it hurt more to get rejected or hitting your shin against a table?
Well, to your brain, it’s all the same. When scientists researched what happens when people recall a recent rejection, they found that this experience activates the same areas in our brain as physical pain.
The bad news for writers doesn’t stop here. Humans can recall rejections more vividly than pain. Unlike with physical pain, when we remember a rejection, we experience the same feelings over and over and…
I recently came across a post of a woman who moved me. She shared how she motivated herself to exercise (with her doctor’s permission) during a challenging period in her life when she lacked physical energy.
So, what did she do? She told herself that every workout counted three times:
When she wasn’t motivated, she reminded herself that every workout she did “in the now” was one less workout her future self would have to do. While she acknowledged that this way of counting wasn’t scientific, it still inspired her.