For a work assignment - if you dare believe it - one of my colleagues had to write a love letter. Wild stuff. Interesting stuff. And as we all reviewed it, we got to talking about love letters and letters in general. (I personally hope me and my person - if they are there - … Continue reading On letter writing
You have probably heard it all before. How you are enough and you shouldn't be looking at other people's paths. And your head might get that but translating that into daily living is where you seem to fall short. After all, no one lives in your head but you. They have no idea what you … Continue reading To the person who feels ‘not enough’.
About me 😌. If WordPress is counting right, this should be my 100th post. It's a little unbelievable that I have shown up here about 100 times. It's true some of those have been reposts (if that's how WordPress counts) but I thought I could share a little about me. I have seen this trend … Continue reading 100th Blog Post – Random facts…
Dear 2020, It is with great joy that I write this letter. Not because I have anything useful to add but because of the content in which I send this. Good bye. I had so much anticipation for your arrival. Its hard to believe that that is a full 366 days away but its true. … Continue reading Before you go,…
If you have read the past two posts, you might know I have my heart wound up a little about my writing and growing old. But then again, don't most of us? ( If writing is not your jam, substitute it for the passion that keeps you awake at night.) So for today I've decided … Continue reading Letter To My 20-Year Old Self – Bikozulu
Dear 23 year old 22 21 20 year old.... Dear 20 something year old. Yep. Dear you, approaching your twenties, at the start of your twenties, in the middle of your twenties or closing the chapter of your twenties. Dear you! I wish I could claim to have plenty of wisdom to offer... I don't. … Continue reading I wish I could freeze the time at 23!
Dear self, I now know a little more about depression. I know that it hits like a wave, high at night when you are all alone and recedes during the day when you've got to fake something for the rest of the world around you. Even though you barely have the energy to get out … Continue reading Confessions of the depressed.