There's something to love about BRAVE people: those who are not afraid to speak their mind even if what they have to say is contrary to popular and outdated beliefs, those who are not afraid to do as they please even with the risk of looking silly in the eyes of others, and those who dare to take the road less traveled because it's scary to live life without a map. They radiate with fiery aura, scorching hot to some, soul-renewing to others. Some of them get labeled heroes, some are misunderstood. They can be anybody, someone appearing in magazines or even living next door. If given a choice whether to live life as a brave person or not, I'll always pick the former. Easy and tough choice. But I wasn't always that way. We aren't born BRAVE. We are made BRAVE.Read More
Teal is the color of confidence.
Heel is the tip of grandiloquence.
Meal is the switch for deference.
Reel is the half of codependence.
Are you an apologetic bitch?
Do you find yourself feeling worried when someone's about to force you to do something you don't want to? Do you find yourself scared of saying "no"? Do you find yourself guilty of explaining and justifying your actions to others? If you said yes to all these questions, then you are (gasp!) an apologetic bitch.Read More
My favourite expression ran rampant in my head when I looked at the copy of Walden and Hyde on my iPad. "Holy guacamole!" More than 10 years had passed when I first imagined I'd author a fiction book. Many things had happened since then. I pursued a different path, lost a lot of confidence in myself, sank a few times into depression, questioned my existence, rediscovered myself, and, finally, wound up on the path meant for me. I both wanted to cry and leap for joy as I browsed the book from beginning to end. "This is it baby. You have written a fiction book," I muttered to myself.Read More
"What are your plans?"
The question confronted me during a dinner in a Chinese restaurant with a couple of friends. One talked about the local businesses he had set up. The other mentioned the condominium she bought. They turned to me and the question came out.
“I'm writing a book and there's a change of dynamics happening with my career,” I replied.
Though I had mentioned on separate occasions to both of them that I was writing a book, I hadn't mentioned anything about my career. The steel confidence I felt when I answered the question surprised me. Flashbacks of shameful and doubtful opposite moments immediately streamed through my brain while waiting for the dim sum, pork, vegetables, and rice to arrive. “You've come a long way baby,” I mentally told myself after briefly recalling the past. “I'm proud of you.”
Being a writer is my dream. Talking about it used to be a dream within a dream, a reflection of my lack of confidence with it. But things have changed. I'm confident now.
How can you tell if you have confidence in your dreams?Read More
“He’s a writer too, an aspiring writer,” my friend told the guy, who I just found out was my friend’s former co-worker and a writer (or perhaps a former writer). He was working in a non-writing related job from the snippet of conversation I heard.
“There’s no money in it,” the guy laughed. “Look at me.” He laughed harder.Read More
It doesn't matter whatever the time or our age is because true living does not have a time and an age limit. It also doesn't matter what we currently have. What matters is that we start (or start again). We can take control of our life and finally get on the path we really want. I know because I did.
After a decade of ignoring my dream inside the shell, I let it out. Then I found myself back at the bottom of the ladder of a new career and soon enough I felt overwhelmed. I learned why some people hesitate to start a new career. They don't want to deal with the overwhelming emotions that are packaged with it.Read More
Now that we're living in a world where our lives have become more public, what used to be difficult has become MORE difficult - admitting our mistakes. Whereas before we didn't like the prospect of hurting our pride and bruising our ego that came with admitting our mistakes, now the fear of ridicule from others added on top of that. Really? Why? IRead More