Six simple rituals:

1. Drink a glass of water when you wake up. Your body loses water while you sleep, so you’re naturally dehydrated in the morning. A glass of water when you wake helps start your day fresh.

2. Define your top 3. Every morning ask yourself, “What are the top three most important tasks that I will complete today?” Prioritizes your day accordingly and don’t sleep until the Top 3 are complete.

3. The 50/10 Rule. Solo-task and do more faster by working in 50/10 increments. Use a timer to work for 50 minutes on only one important task with 10 minute breaks in between. Spend your 10 minutes getting away from your desk, going outside, calling friends, meditating, or grabbing a glass of water.

4. Move and sweat daily. Regular movement keeps us healthy and alert. It boosts energy and mood, and relieves stress.

5. Express gratitude. Gratitude fosters happiness. Each morning, think of at least five things you’re thankful for. In times of stress, pause and reflect on these things.

6. Reflect daily. Bring closure to your day through 10 minutes of reflection. Asks yourself, “What went well?” and “What needs improvement?”

— (via yumegrrrrrl)

Last week was a bad week.




everyday is hard.


on the days you want to die, you are scared

and on the days you want to live, you are even more scared.


you have learnt

that loneliness is possible even with friends,

that despair lies comfortably beneath laughter,

and that fear is a stillness in your legs and hands,

a heaviness in your stomach

and your chest

and your head,

and eyelids pulsating hotly.


you have learnt

that being unwell has made you selfish

and you have not yet learnt how to apologize for that.


you have learnt

that anxiety and depression are uneasy bedfellows with pride

and that their interaction only feeds your silence.


you have learnt

that some days are better than others

but only you can tell the difference.


everyday is hard.


things i learnt last time to remember this time around

I will disappoint people. They will live.

In the battle between “know your limits” and “the limit does not exist”, the winner is both: I can do all things, but I cannot do all things at once.

Poetry can save lives. I owe mine to Charles Bukowski, alice (of anatomyofalice.tumblr.com), Carvens Lissaint, Miles Hodges, Lao Tzu and Henry David Thoreau.

Life. Airplane rules apply: “be sure to secure your own oxygen mask before attending to others”.



When this year began, I was in Williamsburg, waiting for a visa to London I wasn’t sure was coming, after what had been the hardest academic semester of my life. I had hit rock bottom. And then my visa came, late enough that I had to change my plane ticket but not too late for me to have missed too much. I remember being on the plane thinking that 2013 was definitely going to be MY year. And no, I’m not one of those people who think that every new year will be “their” year, but thirteen happens to be my favourite number and I was going to (freaking!!!) London where I was going to study at probably the only institution that embodied all the reasons I had for even pursuing tertiary education, not to mention several of my closest high school friends were also going to be there. 

Four months into the year and I was going through the worst phase of depression I had ever experienced. Five months in, and with everything falling apart I had checked into counseling for the first time. Six months in and I was trying to explain why and how of why my life had turned to shit to my father and myself.

Seven months in and I thought things would get better once I was back in New York. I got back determined to succeed, armed with all the organizing tools $100 at Target could buy. I was waking up at 5.50am to do meditation and yoga and to pray over my day. And then my first major assignment came…and I bombed…and it was all downhill from there. Every week was a new promise of renewal, and every week was fresh failure. 

So now it’s December. On the eve of a new year. After what has been, without doubt whatsoever, the very worst year of my life. There’s still time to change the path I’m on I keep saying…so here I am. I don’t feel like waiting until December 31st to reflect back on my year, and I don’t feel like procrastinating anymore than I already have in making the changes I still can. Yesterday I said tomorrow, today is damn near gone but right this moment I’m saying now…here I go, shuffering and shmiling.