“Ne pas boire ce calice” Il y a quelques semaines, ma mère, grande lectrice, partageait avec moi un résumé de sa dernière lecture : l’histoire d’un homme qui racontait candidement sa vie et son parcours dans le ministère. Selon elle, le livre avait une vocation plutôt inspirante, particulièrement pour les jeunes qui souhaitent se lancer … More Et moi, dans tout ça ?
Hi friends, long time no see… I thought I would stop by before fall officially starts on Tuesday and close out the summer with you in style. Was I outside like I promised myself I would be? The answer is YES!!!! I decided to be financially irresponsible this summer and live my life because, apparently, I … More Millions of Memories, Drained Bank Account: Goodbye, Summer.
But How Does This Benefit Me? Historically, men have been socialized and conditioned into systems that primarily benefit them. And you know what? Players will play. I watched The Odyssey a few weeks ago, and one thing remained incredibly consistent throughout the entire story: men’s decision-making process. First beneficiary in line? Them. Individually. Because what exactly was … More The Frontal Lobe Package
J’ai récemment lu un post qui disait : « La vie est tellement dure que j’ai oublié que j’aimais danser. » Cette phrase a résonné tellement fort en moi. Probablement parce que la vie, ces derniers temps, ressemble à un cauchemar éveillé presque tous les jours. Je suis fatiguée d’être fatiguée. Non, sérieusement. Chaque fois que … More Me souvenir que J’aime danser
To My Restless Soul A little chat, if you will, as sleep has been evading me for days. For so many mornings now, 3:00 a.m. has become my wake-up call, accompanied by strange dreams filled with unfamiliar faces and stories I cannot explain. I wake up startled, searching for meaning where there may be none, … More Letter One: Good Morning, Soul
This marks the beginning of a new series. I hope these letters will provide the solace my soul has been desperately seeking. Over the next few weeks, I will be writing letters to myself, to you, to past versions of me, to my values, to memories, to disappointments, and to hope. Most of these letters … More Letters for My Soul
The Family We Didn’t Choose Maturing is realizing that maybe we wouldn’t be friends with some of our family members if we actually had the choice. That’s not shade. It’s just the truth. Values don’t always align. Life choices don’t always match. Personalities can clash. Yet blood and a shared last name have a way … More The Complicated Gift of Family
What has been the best purchase I’ve ever made? My degrees. Now, before anyone reminds me about the student loans, yes, I’m aware. I’m still paying for them, and with interest! But despite that reality, I can honestly say they were worth every penny. Those degrees provided me with more than just an education. They … More Worth Every Penny
La semaine dernière, quelqu’un m’a demandé : « C’était quoi, ton année ? » Petite clarification, a-t-elle ajouté : l’année qui t’a marquée d’une façon extraordinaire. Celle qui a changé quelque chose en toi. Le pivot, si tu veux. Ah… Un petit coucou au passé. 2015-2016. Mes dernières années de pure insouciance et de bonheur. Enfin… pure … More 2015-2016 : une lettre au temps
I often joke that I might become a lifelong academic just to postpone paying off my student loans. But in all seriousness, I consider myself a lifelong learner. Learning isn’t just enjoyable; it’s one of the best ways to stay humble. I don’t believe it’s possible to completely master a topic or subject. There is … More The Humility of Lifelong Learning
