THE (UN)BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

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Like every other soul on this planet, I go through periods where everything narrows and turns exhaustive. Familial demands mount, an illness strikes, a relationship breaks down, or a friendship starts to circle the drain. Sometimes I juggle too many things and burn out in a furious, meteoric manner. Boom! Other times, I can't get… Continue reading THE (UN)BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

A STATE OF LIMBO

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Volleyball was a large part of my life, until the day it stopped being fun. The slide was gradual but it happened, eventually, because there came a time when going to practice became a chore. Prepping for game day turned into an errand I didn't want to run. Teammates weren't enjoyable to be around. I… Continue reading A STATE OF LIMBO

BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

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I've always been my harshest critic, taking things on like a zealot and sometimes getting frustrated when I stall mid-process. The self-flagellation stems from a lifetime of working harder, faster, more than asked or required. Boxing has been no exception, though one big difference is that it can be a rather isolated and lonely sport. There… Continue reading BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE

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Love is like that sometimes, isn't it? We can't always be with those we adore. In some cases, we must spend time apart to make advances. The logic is twisted but it's the spaces between that bring us back to the same wavelength. And help us determine we absolutely complement each other. Below, a little… Continue reading YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE

LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

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It happens to everyone: the periods of limbo. The inability to smoothly switch gears, which results in pulling off onto the shoulder of the highway we call life. We get pushed to the side because the odds weren't in our favour, or the muse got stuck in traffic, or we were too afraid to make… Continue reading LIKE A FUCKING METEOR