feisty mind

Between reality and imagination, I am many things: an aspiring author, a mother, a sportswoman, an ambitious corporate professional. This is not a perfectly curated life — it’s messy (and I hope you enjoy it) — because some of us weren’t built for still waters.

Here is where I lay it all down: the questions that haunt me, the quiet truths that won’t let go, the books that change me, the words that keep me awake at night, and the worlds I long to live in.

Feisty mind. Restless soul. Always moving toward the next chapter.

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  • Soulful lines

    I lived to feel, just like an emotional junkie, until it hurt too much. So I start living for what I should feel; emotions suppressed, all in control. It also failed spectacularly. Now I am learning to accept that I should live for my gut feeling, however scary that may be.

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  • Drive by Kate Stewart

    Somehow, I thought it was a good idea to give fantasy a break. I cannot say I regretted it; I can only say this one hit too close to home. So much so that I read and re-read it after, unable to move on from it. There are some ways to love that get imprinted…

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  • Soulful lines

    The concept of time never ceases to amaze me. In the same second that you wish it to move faster, you miss what you are already losing. There’s no winning.

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  • What we are here for, after all

    Updates on the book and some lessons learned. With the end of Act I almost complete, it was time for a pause and regroup. Counting words is not enough anymore; a sum of cells does not translate into a being, after all. Therefore, many other ingredients are required. Planning: One of the most challenging things…

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  • Time allocation

    The fact that I know how crucial social media is for this book endeavor annoys me greatly.I am good with words, I am good with books and notebooks, I excel at my corporate job, and I even do a decent job at motherhood…but social media? I am useless. I’m too old for those skills; I…

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  • An essay on love

    You have to make peace with the fact that, sometimes, people don’t do it on purpose. They can love you and still hurt you, not because of you or something you did, but because of their nature. And although they can still love you, I wonder if they love you less. If that is the…

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