Tag: raw reflections
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Still Becoming
There is a version of me that exists entirely in my own head and she is, I will be honest, a lot. She wakes up at a reasonable hour and does not immediately reach for her phone. She responds to things on time. She finishes what she starts. She is present in conversations without half…
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Who Are You When Nobody Is Watching?
Who Are You When Nobody Is Watching? Most people will never know.Not because the answer is hidden or complicated or requires some kind of spiritual excavation. But because looking requires a particular kind of courage that most of us, if we are being honest, do not have. It is easier to stay busy. To keep…
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The People We Become For Different Places
There is a version of me that only used to exist in my grandmother’s house. She didn’t know that, of course, but she had met a girl who spoke a little slower, laughed more freely, and didn’t once check her phone at the dinner table. That girl ate two extra rotis without guilt and sat…
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Things I Thought Were Cool At 13
I thought being quiet was a personality. Not shy quiet, not awkward quiet but cool quiet. The kind where you say just enough and let people wonder about the rest. I had this whole thing going where I’d walk into a room and not try too hard and I genuinely believed this was coming across…
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Outgrowing People Without Hating Them
There is this one person I think about sometimes. We were inseparable for years, the kind of close where you stop needing to explain context because they already have all of it. They knew which version of a story I was telling based on who was in the room. They knew when I said I…
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What 2025 Left Me With
I began 2025 in survival mode. I just wanted to get through the year without messing things up. Without disappointing myself. Without making choices I would later wish I could undo. I moved carefully, overthought most decisions, and held on to people and situations tighter than I probably should have. At the start of the…
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I Poured My Heart Into That Post. And Crickets.
Let me tell you what a Sunday afternoon looks like for me. I have been rearranging the flatlay for forty minutes. The decorative pieces aren’t sitting right, the bookmark keeps slipping out of frame, and the light was perfect twenty minutes ago but now it has shifted and I have missed it. I start over.…
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If We Were Happy All The Time, We Wouldn’t Understand Happiness
There is a specific kind of webinar attendee and I am embarrassed to tell you that I am exactly that kind. The kind who signs up with the best intentions, joins five minutes late, spends the first ten convincing themselves that having the window open is basically the same as listening, and then spends the…
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Loving A Creative Dream Even When It’s Hard
There is a specific kind of dream that doesn’t always look big from the outside, but it takes up a lot of space inside you. The kind that keeps returning to you no matter how busy life gets. The kind that sits somewhere in the background of your mind while you’re doing ordinary things. Sometimes…
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One Year of #SoulfulSundaysWithDevika
(a note to anyone who’s ever tried to keep a promise to themselves) I started #SoulfulSundaysWithDevika on a random Sunday, yes but I had a feeling it would stay. I didn’t know what it would look like,or what I would talk about every week,but I knew one thing: I needed something that would make me…
