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Continue reading →: Getting OlderThe “oohs” and “ahhs” when we get up in the morning. And the telltale start of a sentence when mentoring a new colleague: “when I was young…” What does it tell you?
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Continue reading →: The Map I Never Opened: A Journey of TrustI was 15 or 16, alone in London, cutting through Soho with a folded paper map in my pocket. Back then, you didn’t have Google Maps. You had instinct. And paper.
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Continue reading →: End Of The Line (?)Back in the day when I was in my twenties I tried to imagine how my life would be after I turn thirty. Even if I pride myself having a pretty good imagination, I couldn’t. As hard as tried, it felt like there was a thick, black curtain preventing me…
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Continue reading →: Let’s Flip the Script: A “Thank You” That Actually Pays You BackI’m self-aware enough to know that I’m always asking you to click, subscribe, buy, or donate. It’s like watching a YouTube video but in writing. But at the same time, it’s the hustle of a creator trying to outrun a 9-to-5, right? I’ve seen the stats, and I know those…
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Continue reading →: GPS or Compass?As someone who spends half my life navigating hospital corridors and the other half navigating the highways of Europe and Asia, the question of “Fate” comes up more than you’d think. Is our life a pre-programmed GPS route, or are we just holding a compass and hoping that we end…
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Continue reading →: Fulfilling Your DreamsI have them, you have them, we all have them—dreams. Fulfilling them doesn’t have to be something from a video game: fast and constant, but they can be, and maybe should be, a process that can take years. Because…
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Continue reading →: Crystal Ball Needed! Help!Today’s prompt hits home hard because, right now, the horizon looks a bit like a stormy sea. In the next six months, the “safe and predictable” version of my life is going to be tested in ways I didn’t entirely expect.
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Continue reading →: Solitude, or Loneliness?We all know those moments when we must walk alone. Sometimes it is a choice—a craving for quiet. Other times, it is a necessity. But what happens when “alone” becomes the constant? What if, despite our best intentions, the moments we cherish most must be celebrated in silence?








