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I Didn’t Glow Up. I Burned Through.

The plan was airtight. Weight goals, pace targets, product roadmap, better skin, better food, better relationship. It was colour-coded and ambitious enough to make me feel like I’d finally figured it out. One spreadsheet. One system. One shot at resetting everything. Day one went fine. Day two, I was sitting on the kitchen floor at 11:30 a.m., eating bread straight from the packet and staring blankly at my untouched workout plan. Nothing major had gone wrong. No crisis. No breakdown. Just a vague cloud of apathy, some bloating, …

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Perspective Is a Power Move. Most People Never Learn It.

I thought I was paying attention. I could tell when someone got defensive, when a room shifted, when a word landed wrong. I thought I was reading the room. Turns out, I was just reading myself. Every situation was filtered through my world—my fears, my logic, my assumptions. I was reacting to my version of events, not what was actually happening. Which explains why I kept getting blindsided. Then came an argument that cracked the pattern. The kind that spirals fast—both of us talking louder, hearing less. In the middle of that mess, …

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Inspiration Has a Shelf Life. Open It Now.

I was halfway down a mountain in Uttarakhand when the first line of a blog post hit me. No laptop. No notebook. Just cracked lips, sore calves, and a sentence that refused to let go. I pulled out my phone. Opened the recorder. Spoke into it like I was delivering a voice note to myself from the edge of the world. A guide glanced back, probably wondering what I was doing talking to rocks. I didn’t care. That line came when it wanted to, and I wasn’t going to let it dissolve into the silence. Inspiration doesn’t show up when asked. It shows …

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The Plan Was Never the Problem. I Was.

There’s a notebook on my shelf, expensive and barely touched. Its first page holds promises carefully written, goals mapped out in color-coded precision—a vivid picture of a life that could easily fool anyone into thinking I had things completely under control. But those crisp lines and neatly drawn timelines don’t show the abandoned afternoons, when enthusiasm faded and doubt crept in, whispering that maybe I wasn’t cut out for the quiet persistence the plan demanded. I told myself I was agile, smartly pivoting when necessary, moving …

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Forgiveness Isn’t a Group Project

There’s something strangely comforting about planning what you’ll say to someone who hurt you. You rehearse it in your head—maybe in the shower, maybe while pretending to listen during a work call. You imagine the shock on their face, the guilt finally catching up to them. You picture them saying, “I had no idea I did that to you. I’m sorry.” And just like that, your pain is validated, softened, maybe even erased. Except that’s rarely how it goes. More often, the pain sits untouched while you wait for an apology that may never come. You …

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When “Being Impressive” Becomes a Cage

I never thought doing things I genuinely loved—things that brought me joy—could leave me feeling so hollow. That rush of reaching the summit, the high of ticking off goals, the discipline of sticking to a plan—it made me feel powerful. Unstoppable. Like I was building a life full of purpose. I was doing hard things. And that became my identity. But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like joy and started feeling like performance. If I wasn’t achieving something remarkable, it felt like I didn’t know who I was. Slowing down didn’t …

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The People Left. I Stayed.

And that’s when I understood what most of us are really running from. The trek ended like all treks do—dusty boots, shared trail snacks, and a group chat that no one will use. A few people were already calling cabs. One woman with her teenage son had her flight booked for the next morning. Two others were trying to catch the last ride out that same day. When I asked if they were staying for the weekend, they laughed nervously and said, "What will I do here alone? I'll get bored. I'll go mad." That conversation stuck. Not because it …

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Self-Esteem Isn’t Confidence. It’s Proof.

Self-esteem doesn’t come from feeling good about yourself. It comes from doing things that make you proud when no one’s clapping. It’s not a vibe. It’s not a mood. It’s not built in front of a mirror. It’s built when you live like someone whose opinion matters. Yours. Confidence is loud. It can be faked. You can wear it like a jacket—throw it on, strut around, fool a few people.Self-esteem is quiet. It’s built in private. And it can’t be faked, because you were there. You saw what you did when it mattered. You know if you took the …

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