The time is today. A poem and manifesto on living fully. — What do you feel about your life today? Yes, you. What do you feel about your life today? Write it, writer. There is no wrong way. Say it, express the things you aren’t sure how to say — it is time to be true. How do I feel, at this moment, on this day? I feel uncertain and uncertainty, the shadow of insecurity. I feel marvel and wonder…

A poem on choosing my way. — It is hard to make my own way without the anchor of comparisons or competition. The paradoxes we cling to suffering is noble, put on a pedestal. Look, we say “Look at what he did, despite the pain.What an inspiration”, we sigh. If he could do it, what is my…

I just hit the 100 followers mark, and now I’m notification-crazy. This is how I am re-centering. — Yesterday, I hit the 100 follower mark. It’s exciting, and it’s messing with my head and my ego. I want more, I need more!, the anxious voice cries for attention. I caught myself checking Medium notification the same way I have with Facebook. No more of this. When I started…

#5. You will feel unadjusted and crazy. — Change is hard. It takes time to adjust. You only need to do one thing at a time. You will probably snack a lot. (On chocolate & pretzels & leftovers in the fridge, late at night while you are trying to get yourself organized or ‘figure things out.’) You will…

Even when you would rather do anything else. — There will always be a reason not to write. Tonight, while trying to write, I instead: Combed my hair Posted photos on my IG story Thought about whether I should make a salad for tomorrow. Closed and opened tabs on the browser. Watered the plants. Cleaned the dirt under the plants. Felt guilty for not writing. Felt anxious because…

Coaxing my cranky self to get words on the page. Okay you, stop stress-eating and internet-distracting for a moment, and be here. Yes, yes, exactly as you are. Keep breathing. There you go. Breathe in, breathe out. Look at the screen in front of you. Feel the desire to get up and…

Getting out of the pitfall of perfectionism. — Today I start my day by writing for 25 minutes. — — I start, and the mind is already overthinking, self-editing, and anxious to say something Profound and Meaningful. Or my mind would like to shape this piece into blog-post fodder (self-editor just looked up the word ‘fodder’ to see if I was using it correctly. I’m not sure but…

Step #8. Feel disheartened. Make a list of what you need to do. Make that list again, many times, in many places. Check instagram. Add ‘stop checking instagram’ to one of your lists. Have a snack. Make a mess. Add ‘clean up’ to a new list. Feel disheartened. Eat chocolate. …

The struggle is real. — It’s the beginning of the week, Monday afternoon. You had a nice weekend, but you slept strange hours and ate big meals. You feel tired and bloated, and your mind is skipping ahead with thoughts and plans for the week ahead. Also, it’s hot. A humid, heavy day. It took…