It happened a few weeks into high school. I was thirteen, and I knew by then that others considered me pretty. Until then it had never been a big deal, it was just one of the many things my friends and classmates knew me as. Other things were: Very tall, very strong, a fast runner,
A ray of morning sunlight caught my eye. It fell through the window, soft as a whisper, and lit the geraniums on the windowsill from behind in a way that made the leaves look almost transparent, the colour of the petals glowing a deep velvety red. You know that moment, when it pierces you,
Lack of time is the number one reason why people don’t go for their dreams. So many of the things we say we want doesn’t happen because we don’t have time. So much of the pressure we feel is due to a sense of not having enough time, of time slipping through our fingers,
Asking for help is opening the door for love I don’t like asking for help. Who does? It brings out all those uncomfortable feelings of vulnerability, loss of independence, of being a burden. It requires a level of honesty and trust I have not mastered before. Haven’t yet, truth to be told. But I’m getting
I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep. Sleep to me has always been a fleeting phenomenon, and it never takes much for it to vanish completely and leave me awake, even at times I think I should sleep. Whether or not I pay attention to
