Category: Musing

This site was originally a place for me to come and post some of my random pieces of design work and photography, as well as be a healthy outlet for me to write about things. It’s been extremely helpful for me to have a purpose outside of work too, and to have somewhere to go…

I was out with my friends the other night, and towards the end of the evening the conversation steered towards relationships, as it often does. They asked how I was doing and I told them that for the first time in a while, I was beginning to see things a bit more clearly. I said…

We’re often scared to admit how we feel. We worry that by expressing our emotions we might make ourselves too vulnerable. We think that we’re going to be judged and criticized when what we want is to be validated and understood. Nobody wants rejection, that’s why we protect ourselves by putting up walls and barriers.…

Memories help make us who we are. They are weird, unquantifiable things, that shape the way we see our world. We piece together intricate mosaics using the experiences we go through to form vague impressions, the stuff we then call memories. They usually contain lessons that allow us to learn from prior experiences in order…

Paris is an undeniably romantic city. You can feel it in the air all around you. Words won’t do it justice, it’s something that needs to be experienced. Every other shop is a boulangerie or patisserie with an enticing aroma leaking out the door and an astounding display of baked goods in the window. The…

Productivity shame is a horrible curse. It’s that feeling of never doing enough. It doesn’t matter how much you work or how much time you spend working. You can cross everything off your to-do list but still be left feeling like you’ve done nothing at all. Sometimes I can finish a project or do some…

When you’re no longer with a person that you want to be with, you’ll do anything you can to get them back. You’ll break your own boundaries, maybe do something stupid like move to another country, maybe you’ll write blog posts because you’re too scared to talk to them. And if you can’t do anything,…

The future is a place I often run away to. Especially so during times of stress. In my future, everything is okay. Things have worked out, I’m happy and healthy, there are no problems, no economic crisis, pandemic, or war. It truly is a great place to hang out. However, it is also not real,…

I seem to go seeking things that will hurt me – a fancy way of saying I self-sabotage. Whenever I get close to something I shut it down. Like an addict, my body craves this pain. I live with a constant fear of destroying the good in my life and now I’m addicted to curing…