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Existentialism

Grief Isn’t a Deadline. It’s a Journey With Love

“Don’t Tell Me to Move On – I’m Moving With“

After you lose someone, truly lose someone, people start to say the most astonishing things. “You have to move on,” they tell you, as if grief were a treadmill and I’ve simply refused to hit the start button. As if love has an expiration date. As if the person you lost becomes invalid the moment they stop breathing.

I know they mean well, bless their unprocessed hearts. I know they think they’re helping. But let me say it clearly, with all the fire in my still-beating heart: telling someone to “move on” is not helpful. It’s not kind. It’s not wise. It’s just… noise. Tone-deaf, impatient, awkward noise.

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My Sun, My Moon, and All The Stars

I used to imagine that soulmates came wrapped in fireworks — dramatic, obvious, like a scene from a movie. That they’d arrive with a soundtrack, a spotlight, and a certainty that would make every question in my heart go quiet. But I’ve learned that soulmates are often quieter than that. They don’t always announce themselves.

I met mine when I wasn’t looking. Isn’t that how all good stories usually begin? I wasn’t wearing armor that day. I was just myself — a woman who’d been through a lot, and rebuilt too often. He didn’t come with fireworks, not exactly. But he felt familiar. Like déjà vu in human form.

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Existentialism

Where Do We Go When We Die?

I was never thinking too much about death, just slightly knowing that I am afraid of it. Sure, I’d heard the theories – heaven, reincarnation, energy never dying – but it all felt far away.  Before, death was just a word. Distant. Philosophical. Something that happened to other people, in other lifetimes.

The love of my life died, and with him,  a part of me. Nothing made sense anymore. The world kept spinning, absurdly normal, while I stood still, blinking in disbelief. People asked me if I was okay. I nodded. But inside, everything had shattered.

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39, a Tumor, and the Truth About Life

“A what?”

“A tumor”

“A tumor as in the cancer kind of stuff? The one that can flip you from alive to dead in the blink of an eye? You’re kidding me, right?”

The day I was told I had a tumor was the most eye-opening day of my life. You think you’ll handle news like that with strength, to stay positive, be brave. But then your mind takes off on its own, making connections you never imagined.. And suddenly, the question crashes into you like a freight train: What if I’m going to die?  Read more

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Orange Genius: How the Dutch Quietly Invented Your Modern Life

Long before the Netherlands became synonymous with tulips, windmills, cheese markets, wooden shoes, Amsterdam’s canals, Old Masters’ masterpieces, Delft Blue earthenware, innovative water management, millions of bicycles, and joyful children, the Dutch were renowned as seafarers, explorers, and conquerors. This small country is packed with world-famous discoveries and inventions. Let’s explore! Read more

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The Joy Of Adulthood

I think the best sentence of my adulthood so far is, “Yeah, I’m not going to do that!” Seriously, it’s a game-changer. Over the last few months, coffee was my lifeline. Juggling a full-time job, being a full-time mom, trying to be a good friend (though I’ve seriously been dropping the ball on that lately), and squeezing in a little home improvement here and there, has sucked up every last minute of my day. RIP photography course, piano lessons, and any chance of a spontaneous holiday. I’ll admit it: I’m a terrible planner. I make shopping lists and still manage to forget them at home. I download budget apps, but somehow, I still get that lovely “Oh crap, I forgot to pay that speed fine” reminder. Read more

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