It’s strange how the biggest lessons about love didn’t come with grand goodbyes or dramatic betrayals. They arrived in the quieter moments—the ordinary Tuesdays, the small hesitations, the truths I couldn’t ignore any longer. Love, as it turns out, isn’t the thing that saves you. It’s the thing that strips you bare until you learn how to save yourself. Looking back, everything I thought I knew about relationships had to be unlearned, piece by stubborn piece. Love Is Just the Beginning Falling in love is easy. Staying through the …
I’ve Never Run an Ultra. But Their Pain Taught Me How to Stay.
I’ve never run an ultramarathon. Never hallucinated in the desert, never eaten mashed potatoes at mile 90, never peeled off my own toenail like a souvenir. But I’ve read their stories obsessively—sometimes more than once—and highlighted them like sacred texts. It’s a strange thing to envy people who willingly suffer. But ultrarunners don’t just suffer—they choose to, over and over again. That kind of madness fascinated me before I could even jog five minutes without clutching my knees. And oddly enough, their stories gave me the strength …
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Breathlessness, Doubts, and the Unexpected Joys of Trekking
When I head out for a trek, I'm usually buzzing with excitement, backpack strapped snugly and optimism dialed to maximum. I'm already imagining the stunning photos and crisp mountain air that Instagram doesn’t capture fully. But the mountains have a wicked sense of humor, and they’re quick to show me who's boss. Minutes into my climb, enthusiasm gives way to reality: each step feels heavier, as if the mountain has suddenly tilted upward just to mock my earlier confidence. My lungs protest louder than a toddler denied candy, and my heart …
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My Mind is a Noisy Gym, and I’m the Only One Training
The hardest part of self-discipline isn’t waking up early. It’s waking up early and talking yourself out of going back to bed. It’s not doing the push-ups. It’s the mental negotiation that happens before you do the push-ups. That exhausting back-and-forth where you're the lazy lawyer and the overworked judge, pleading for comfort and pretending it's self-care. People think doing the work is the real effort. It’s not. The real grind is convincing yourself to do the work again—without slipping into the lie that you’ll “start tomorrow.” I’ve …
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Clutch Less, Live More
Everything felt urgent. Every silence, every delay, every unread message—it all carried weight it didn’t deserve. I’d tricked myself into believing that my peace was sitting on the other end of an email or a perfectly worded reply. It was a full-time job—this obsession with controlling the uncontrollable. I wasn’t trying to understand. I was trying to rewrite reality so it matched the script I’d been clinging to. The one where things made sense. The one where I always got the ending I wanted, if I worked hard enough for it. But life isn’t …
She Let the World Be Loud, and Stayed Quiet Inside
I kept refreshing the shipping status on a package like it might heal something in me. Kept checking my phone in case a text arrived that would unclench my chest. Kept watching the news, thinking maybe this time they'd say something that made it all feel less uncertain. None of it ever worked. But I kept trying. Like maybe control was just a stronger version of vigilance. It’s weird how we convince ourselves that our lives are on pause until the outside world agrees to calm down. That peace will arrive with better timing, better …
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