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Home Has Never Been a Place
In my twenties, I liked to call myself a 'citizen of this world'. I had no idea what that meant. It nevertheless felt true to me. I believed it to mean that I would feel at home wherever in the world I went. This resonates with my thought of home as a shifting identity and why I could so easily name different places home.
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In the blink of an eye
Numerous thoughts rattle in my mind. Writing them helps me make sense of them. I realize Joan Didion has said something similar. There’s...
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Poster Child for Failure
I believe I'm a poster child for failure. What a thing to be right? I will tell you though that I'm also incredibly happy. And that's the...
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Believing in myself. It is insanely hard.
Photo by Ann H from Pexels I am an ISB graduate. I have 10+ years of experience in marketing. I have owned and nailed every role and set...
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Jealousy, envy, and friends
There's nothing coherent about whatever will follow. You've been warned. Photo by Artem Beliaikin from Pexels The earliest memory I have...
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