The time is today. A poem and manifesto on living fully. — What do you feel about your life today? Yes, you. What do you feel about your life today? Write it, writer. There is no wrong way. Say it, express the things you aren’t sure how to say — it is time to be true. How do I feel, at this moment, on this day? I feel uncertain and uncertainty, the shadow of insecurity. I feel marvel and wonder…

A poem on choosing my way. — It is hard to make my own way without the anchor of comparisons or competition. The paradoxes we cling to suffering is noble, put on a pedestal. Look, we say “Look at what he did, despite the pain.What an inspiration”, we sigh. If he could do it, what is my…

I just hit the 100 followers mark, and now I’m notification-crazy. This is how I am re-centering. — Yesterday, I hit the 100 follower mark. It’s exciting, and it’s messing with my head and my ego. I want more, I need more!, the anxious voice cries for attention. I caught myself checking Medium notification the same way I have with Facebook. No more of this. When I started…

When I was a child I did not speak, and my body spoke for me. — I. There once was a child who spoke in a language that no one could hear. She tried to use words but they felt heavy; her voice was high and she was always being told to speak louder. How are you? I am good, how are you doing? she was taught…

There’s one voice telling you: DON’T DO IT. But there’s another voice beneath that saying: I’m here. Let’s try. — There is every reason Not To… Not to write. Not to share. Not to do that thing that some part of you wants to do but every other part is saying no no, not right now and why would you do that and later, okay? Except the later doesn’t come, it’s been months, did you notice…

Yes, I’m going to write for 25 minutes a day — but with a twist. — Ready, set… set the timer, and begin. A few months ago, I started to write on Medium. I felt unsure and insecure and intimidated by the blank page, and I won’t say that’s all changed now, but through it all, I kept showing up. This is it really: showing up…

Write. You need to, you want to, you used to and you don’t know how to start again. Start here, write now, for 25 minutes. — Just do it. Really, just do it. Sit down. Write. One word — painfully, easily, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter at all. Keep telling yourself that. Keep telling yourself anything. Keep going. Unoriginal is fine, and so is repetition. (Unoriginal is fine, and…) It’s challenging and frustrating, well so was learning algebra…

A fever-prompted reflection on illness and identity — Here is the truth: I know how to be sick. I know how to pause, how to slow down and rest. I know how to curl up and find comfort within the discomfort, I know how to hold myself when the body is aching and the muscles are shaky. I know the inconvenience of…

Now it is you and your body and your pain and your living — He said he needed time, time to figure things out, there’s a lot to figure out, a lot going on, and he’s sorry, he said he is sorry, don’t be mad. Please don’t hate him. He doesn’t want, didn’t want to hurt you. There’s a lot happening now, and he…