My Musings – Page 22 – Not your ordinary tales

The Day the Universe Slipped Inside Her

No one else saw it happen.Not the barista who handed her a lukewarm oat milk latte. Not the man at the crosswalk arguing with his phone. Not even the friend who texted her something vaguely supportive and signed off with a sunflower emoji. But inside her chest—quietly, completely—everything ruptured. It didn’t arrive with drama. No meltdown. No thunderclap. Just a shift. The kind that moves in silence and doesn’t ask permission. She called it the quiet rupture. It was like the lining of her life had torn open from the inside, gently …

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Why Chasing “Success” Leaves Us Empty (And What to Do Instead)

When people talk about success, the words that usually come up are predictable: money, power, influence, status. Shiny stuff. The kind of things that get you applause in rooms full of people who don’t actually know you. And for a while, I nodded along. That’s what we were told, right? Work hard, climb the ladder, get the title, the house, the lifestyle. But here’s the uncomfortable truth I had to stare down: you can check all the boxes and still feel completely hollow. There’s this subtle ache that creeps in when you do everything “right” …

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What They Don’t Tell You About Being the First Designer

When Bramble—a tiny, pre-seed climate fintech startup—hired Mira, there was no “design org.” No onboarding. No system. No existing anything. There was just Mira. One designer. One product with more bugs than logic. One request from the founder:“Can you make it feel like we know what we’re doing?” She was given a Figma login, a Notion doc filled with contradictions, and a terrifying amount of freedom. And it was electric. In those early months, Mira moved fast. Not the “move fast and break things” kind—this was quieter, more …

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The Man Who Stayed Late at Work

A Short story By the time the last intern left and the lights dimmed themselves into a soft hum, he was still there. At his desk. Staring at a spreadsheet that hadn’t changed in hours. The cursor blinked like it was waiting for him to confess something. He didn’t. To the untrained eye, he looked committed. Focused. Maybe even indispensable. But those who knew him—really knew him—would recognize the signs. The loosened tie, the untouched reheat of dinner, the three draft emails that would never be sent. Home was only twenty minutes …

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Rock Bottom Has Room Service

The lowest point of my life felt surprisingly manageable. No breakdowns. No dramatic sobbing on the bathroom floor. Just an eerie kind of calm. Like I’d hit the bottom so hard, everything inside me had stopped rattling. And then… silence. I didn’t move. Not because I couldn’t. But because staying still was easier. Safer. I knew what to expect down there. No more surprises. No more crashes. Just the weight of nothing pressing down, warm and oddly soothing—like a weighted blanket you didn’t ask for. I started building routines in that …

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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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