For the longest time, I’ve known that I move too quickly. I move faster than my brain can think. I’m always moving, and going, and going. I’ve heard it from my mom. As a kid, I was somewhat clumsy, and my mom always told me to just slow down. She…

Recently I’ve been wrestling with asking for help when I need it and learning to rely on others because of everything that’s been going on at work. …

Silence to me, is a horrifying sound. I realized I wrote about it awhile back, here. It was more about waiting “with bated breath” during one-on-one important conversations, about how I try to fill uncomfortable silences so I don’t have to hear the truth from people. But today I think…

I’m a worrywart. Mainly because my mom told me so. It’s never been fun, though. It’s like this never-ending pressure on your shoulders, and even when you stop worrying random life issues — you start to worry that you’re not worried about anything. There’s always something to latch onto. And…

Sometimes it’s fun to think about this. For me, it’s never about “hard work”, or “effort”, because I personally know I’m always 100%, all-in on everything I do (which, by the way, is not all that it’s cracked up to be, trust me). …