My Musings – Not your ordinary tales

Take Your Power Back Before You Start To Believe You Never Had Any

Losing power doesn’t feel like a collapse. It feels like compromise. You don’t notice it at first. You skip the morning walk once, then twice. You downplay what you want. You swallow your opinion to keep the peace. You call it “adjusting.” Eventually, you start forgetting what it felt like to drive your own life. You move, but you’re not the one steering. I’ve done it. Smiled through discomfort. Said yes out of habit. Avoided decisions so I wouldn’t have to be the one responsible if they went sideways. It felt smart at the time—easier …

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Stop Climbing. The Ladder’s a Lie.

You hit the goal. It lands. Kind of. There’s that brief flicker of satisfaction—like a match flaring up in a windstorm. And then, almost on cue, the itch returns. You think about the next thing. The better version. The upgrade. Whatever it is you’re supposed to be wanting now. Nobody warns you how fast a win can rot. Not because it’s not real—but because it was never built to hold your worth. At best, it’s a sugar hit. At worst, it’s proof that your idea of “enough” is broken. They call it drive. Hustle. Vision. Give it a slick name and …

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Dear Friend,

You look fine. That’s the part that annoys me most. You show up, smile politely, throw in a joke to deflect, and everyone thinks you’ve got it together. But I know you’re running on fumes. Not just physically. The kind of tired that makes your bones feel like concrete and your thoughts like traffic. You keep trying to out-hustle your own sadness, like maybe if you stay busy enough, the ache won’t catch up. But it always does. You’ve been dragging the weight of things that should’ve been released a long time ago. Old guilt, broken …

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Loneliness Isn’t the Enemy. It’s the Mirror I Keep Avoiding.

There are days when silence feels sharp. Not peaceful or meditative. Sharp. The kind that makes time drag. Nothing’s wrong, technically—no arguments, no rejections, no visible wounds. But something gnaws. It’s not sadness. Not boredom. Something colder. Loneliness. That word makes people shift in their seats. It’s wrapped in shame. It smells of failure, like something’s missing and everyone else has it figured out. But no one really talks about what it actually feels like: that restless ache to be seen, to belong, to fill some invisible …

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When Everything Feels Like Too Much, I Try One Small Thing

I’m not great with habits. I’ve read the books, made the charts, even printed out those little trackers that social media insists will change a life. Hard truth: they don’t help if they end up forgotten under a pile of junk mail. I don’t wake at dawn. I don’t plan meals for the entire week. I’ve never completed a 30-day challenge. I tend to tackle ten projects at once, feel buried, lose steam, then question why everything feels chaotic. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on what creates this cycle. What it would take to slow down. Not a …

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The Unsexy Art of Patience (And Why It’s My Secret Weapon)

Patience never looks good on Instagram. Nobody brags about the quiet, dull days spent grinding through invisible challenges. Trust me, there's nothing glamorous about showing up consistently, facing down the drudgery of routine tasks, and sticking to plans even when results refuse to show. Yet, after countless treks, I've learned something powerful: patience is my greatest, most underrated strength. When everyone around me chases quick hacks, overnight success, and instant gratification, I stick to my boring, unremarkable strategy: quietly …

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