I learned something fun and for an ethereal moment a marvelous thing that day: life, as we know, is a third-person limited perspective. I was at a writing workshop this past week. We began by talking about building characters and moved into writing the narrative of the story. We were handed out a task…
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A strange desire overcomes me. I would like to see myself from somebody else’s eyes. Would they see me as someone whose inbox is filled with rejection letters? Someone who’s unable to walk the linear path of life, someone who does not understand the way the world runs? Someone who cannot connect the dots of…
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I said I’d be writing every Saturday about growing up – the growing pains, the dumb decisions, the indecisiveness, maybe half of the parties, and a quarter of the youth. But here I go breaking the chain, right in the fourth week. And I have a superb reason: sometimes an entire Saturday is not enough…
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Age is just a number, they say. Maybe they are right, it’s an arbitrary measure of how long you have lived chronologically. But only if life could be lived in the simple timelines that come ahead. Some days I am 10 years behind, like a kid that I always am. Some days I function like…
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I’ve always thought of bubble baths as a metaphor for sauntering around, to have the short time in betweens for day dreaming. The bubbles dispersing into the air, the smell of shampoo, but more importantly, the time at hand. These bubble bath moments include anything from saving the world as the next Wonder Woman to…
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No it won’t. But maybe it will. In a time when ‘Where do you see yourself in 5 years?’ is a daunting question to not being able to finding the matching pair of socks to work, to freaking out thinking about work-life balance (already! How long has it been?), yeap that’s growing up. So one…
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