Do I really have to count my blessings?

On Monday, I start work again. There’s is no need to explain why the work stopped and even though technically, we were still working from home and I still managed to edit my first manuscript (now under review) and draft the second one, the time from 16th March has not been pleasant (to say theContinue reading “Do I really have to count my blessings?”

Stuck between a quarantine and a hard place

Let me get this out of the way. The world feels too surreal and weird right now. A virus in combination with the indomitable human stupidity has ground the “normal life” to stand-still. However, we are all expected to carry on. And we should. If you don’t get up every morning and crib about theContinue reading “Stuck between a quarantine and a hard place”

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger? Or weaker?

As I sit on my desk, phone in hand, contemplating for the nth consecutive day about creating a new blog entry, I can’t stop wondering about the validity of “what doesn’t kill you makes your stronger.” Surely some things just make you weaker or leave you unaltered. I did get off the desk and goContinue reading “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger? Or weaker?”

Jumping to conclusions: My primary superpower

My neighbor went back inside, when she saw me leaving my house, she’s probably a racist and hates foreigners. My friends didn’t wish me on my birthday, maybe they don’t like me anymore. She’s checking her phone while I talk…wow she’s rude! These are just some of the prime examples of me getting on thoughtContinue reading “Jumping to conclusions: My primary superpower”

The psychobabble is unstoppable at bedtime

Hi guess what ?! I am a person and I have opinions. I am so tired of listening to and reading other people’s takes on things, and ending up feeling like my opinions are as worthless as water to a dead fish or pineapple to a pizza. This is a controversial sentiment that I amContinue reading “The psychobabble is unstoppable at bedtime”

Snow boots with dresses: transgressions for the weak

I am heading to a “networking meeting” organised by some important people to help other important people (I include myself brazenly) meet up and find a possible “network.” Like clockwork, when asked to put my best foot forward, arrives the crisis of confidence in both my personality and in my wardrobe. Why is the corporateContinue reading “Snow boots with dresses: transgressions for the weak”