Category: Self Development

Lessons in love

It’s hard to go through pain and trust that it’s meant for you. It’s even harder to let go of something that felt so real – something that felt like home. But what’s the hardest of all is holding back from punching people who tell you to stop crying, stop listening to Favourite Ex on […]

My favourite books of 2024

This is becoming one of my favourite yearly traditions – aside from the self development reflections, of course. I’m learning what the perfect balance is between fiction and nonfiction. My favourite books of 2024 were a happy mix, and I strengthened my love and appreciation for memoirs. In 2023, I read a total of 10 […]

Make it happen

There aren’t many feelings that suck as much as not having control over your life. I know I don’t speak alone when I say that I not only struggle to know what I want, but I also fail to follow through when I finally find something that I do. Doubt creeps into my mind and […]

Are soulmates real?

I tend to be a bitter person when I’m single. All that spoon-feeding that couples do; hands interlocked under the dinner table. It makes me ill. I like to think it’s because I genuinely enjoy being single, and I wished that others would feel the same. I had finally reached a point in my life […]

Changing careers in your twenties

How do you change careers when you’ve never really had one? In usual fashion, my biannual crisis found its way to me. Except this time, amidst all the chaos, I finally found something. After months of ‘life plan’ rough drafts, and an unfortunate learning experience, I stumbled across a University course that seemed perfect for […]

Follow your curiosity

When I got really into podcasts in 2022, I listened to an Oprah’s Super Soul episode that featured author Elizabeth Gilbert. I’d heard of her before – I love Eat Pray Love and Big Magic. Watching my life unfold ever since I left University has been both beautiful and jarring. I’ve always felt unsettled – […]

Finding home

I’ve officially been back in Australia for a week. At home, if I can call it that. It’s a strange feeling and one I wasn’t prepared for. I kept feeling like I should have a return ticket booked for London and I shouldn’t be unpacking all of my suitcases. My floor is still covered in […]