On Starting…What only you can offer with Yolanda Tati

Photo by Luis de Barros Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; rather, it transforms from one form to another. ~ The Law of Conservation of Energy When I first met Yolanda Tati, I was visiting Lisbon and was a guest at her guesthouse, Tête-À-Tête. My boyfriend had chosen our accommodations for the trip, and I figured we would be staying at another average city hostel. Nothing special, but what did…

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Thought bubbles: A good story

A good story can make me cry on a public tram, surrounded by other people on my daily commute. A good story coming through my headphones in the form of a podcast. The emotions may start as a slow build-up, one I feel coming and I’m okay with, ready for even. Or they may burst on the scene, perking me up like a static shock. One moment, I’m noticing the other people staring out the…

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Words for living, words for the lost

Why is it that at that exact moment when you are feeling particularly directionless and aimless in your life, everything you read, see and hear are stories about other people taking the plunge, feeling inspired, driven to accomplish a goal they set their laser-focused sights on? Do we just not have enough media out there that documents that in-between period? Do other people miraculously bypass that murky time? That…

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When social media envy sets in…what to do about it

Why you get jealous looking at social media: it seems that everyone is going to a party but you it seems that you can never find out about any fun events until after they happen it seems like you are always home on a Friday night missing out it seems like everyone is on a trip when you are immobile it seems like everyone has friends…

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Anywhere but here, everywhere is here

Lost, you are lost, the screen reads the words, clear as day, staring back at me in neutral black letters, letters neatly secluded in their little green bubble. A truth for the ages, it seems. A truth so true it goes right for the gut and makes my hands flail in protest. No no no no no — you got me wrong. Again, it’s all wrong, wrong, wrong. Stop…

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