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CELEBRATE LIFE

Take life as it comes,  Embrace the unwanted flaws,  Learn from the mistakes and failures,  Focus on the positives of life,   Practice what you like  That makes you and   people you love happy.   Those who genuinely care  will love you for who you are,  Even with all your weirdness.  Remember nothing is one hundred percent.  Even fingers you are born   with on your hands  Are not of same sizes.   Life is a celebration   that is to be celebrated like our festivals  With love, happiness, gratitude,   Care and respect.  Celebrate life. Be authentic. Have fun.   You only live once   And your time in this world   is too valuable.    Author: Anisha K Chhetri Email: anishakhadka@icloud.co...

EMBRACE YOUR AUTHENTIC SELF

When you finally embrace your authentic self, you somehow wish that you would have begun the search much sooner. The desire to gain validation and my prior addiction to perfection distracted me from seeking my highest self and exploring more of my hidden potential. Therefore, the distance to self rediscovery gets shorter once we begin putting ourselves first and realize that making others proud or happy is not more important than our own well being. While it’s true that everything happens in its own good time and we cannot force personal growth, life only gets shorter with time and we unfortunately spend too much energy trying to find ourselves in the wrong places. Sometimes, we miss growing into our gifts all together because of our subconscious self-sabotaging habits. Having the clarity ...

IT’S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY

“Love yourself—accept yourself—forgive yourself—and be good to yourself, because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things.” ~Leo F. Buscaglia  It’s okay to not be okay.  I know that might be hard to believe sometimes, but it really is. We’re in the age of social media, where you follow people who seem like they have this perfect life, the life you strive for, but sometimes we forget that those people are the same as us. Social media is just a small glance into someone’s life and they only show the part they want you to see. I’m here to remind you that it is perfectly okay if you don’t have that glamorous life. It’s okay if you don’t take those flawless pictures and get to travel whenever you please. That might sound silly to say, but I know that I am one of ...

DANCING WITH MYSELF: A TALE OF SELF-CARE THROUGH MOVEMENT

I close my door, I close the blinds, I turn on my speaker and I hit play to a dreamy indie rock song that I have been listening to over and over again on the subway during my commute to work. I am ready to move to it. I change my tight jeans and sweater to small shorts and an oversized shirt. I roll socks on and throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I close my eyes and begin to dance. I move throughout the room like I am at my own personal nightclub, throwing my arms back and forth, extending my legs, and shaking my hips from side to side. I spin and lift and drop and look at myself in the mirror. I see me. I feel present. This is my meditation. This is how I find me.  As a choreographer, movement fulfills my soul, satisfies my creative instincts and gives me purpose, but when I’m sad or a...

THIS WEEK’S WEATHER

there are days that my mind blows in circles  full pressure towards the same place.  some days   I cannot find daylight  and night time stays dark.  I’d say that every cloud has a lining,  that rain stops,  but it’s only to breathe, begin again.  my heart is full of scars  my hands are full of…    There are hours that I stare at the rain   tapping the window—  it feels like more than me and  nothing else feels real:   sadness isn’t even a memory;  happiness  feels so fragile,   a distant dream.  my hands are full of     on sunny days  you said you’d be there,  and in the moments that you were  the clouds cleared  for a sweet second.  I felt you close  my heart never felt so light.  breathing was easy  I felt your breath in my hair,   how your shirt was damp from my tears.  I felt your hand...

HOW MOVING 1,500 MILES SOUTH SHOWED ME THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS

One disadvantage about moving to another state, let alone one 1,500 miles away, is the fact that you have to make friends all over again. I must admit it can be a little scary. Yes, I am good at making friends, but I have never lived in a southern state. ‘What would the people in South Carolina be like?’, I thought. Would they be nice and friendly like I had heard about for years on TV? Was it true that everybody in the south is friendly, warm and welcoming of strangers? I am an outgoing and personable lady but I have never even visited a southern state, let alone thought about moving to one. That all changed the day I let my son move to South Carolina with his dad. Before they left, I made my son a promise. I promised him that I would move to South Carolina one day when I had enough money...

THE THEORY OF “THAT GIRL”

On any given day in any given place, there are girls; girls that are talking, girls that are eating, girls that are laughing, girls that are simply existing. Being a girl myself, I notice other girls. Maybe I look at the way they wear their hair, or internally compliment the shirt they’re wearing, or wish that I had a figure like theirs.   Some days, all I can think about is the fact that I’m not “that girl”.   I’m not the girl who is five feet two inches tall with a petite frame. I’m far from it. I’m five feet eleven inches with legs that crash together at the knees and a crooked spine that never got a chance to straighten out. You can’t pick me up and carry me around on a whim. If I was shampoo, she would be travel sized and I’d be shoved in your luggage. Sometimes, I wish I was a cute s...

IN FAVOR OF FANNING AN OLD FLAME

Me: 15, clear braces, Natalie Imbruglia bob, dance team co-captain, all-girls Catholic high school  Him: 16, no braces, adorable, moppy-haired soccer player, all-boys Catholic high school  We met Junior year while I was waiting for my mom to pick me up from dance team practice at his school. I had seen him a few times running laps around the field, he had seen me rehearsing a few times and asked for my school photo (which I gave him only after writing something cutesy on the back that probably ended in “xoxo,” of course). He asked me to Homecoming shortly after that, and then we dated for almost three months (an eternity back then), breaking up a few days before Valentine’s Day 2000. At the time, this was the end of all life for me, worse than whatever everyone had predicted Y2K would be a...

BLEMISHES

Cover it up cover it up!  There’s gotta be a product for this  a product for that  Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.    But don’t feel   bad  about being told you should feel bad  about your imperfections  your Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.    I bet that model doesn’t feel  a sinking sense of disappointment  when she sees the modifications  on the presentation  of her Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.    It’s funny how I can feel  at twenty-five   like I did at fifteen  when I felt like my blemishes  were too obscene   & I needed to not be seen.   not my Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.    But these blemishes of my   Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.  aren’t all ...

CHANGING WITH THE SEASON

A new season is here in many parts of the “Northern Hemisphere.” Leaves upon trees have changed from green to yellow, to shades of orange – and as the season deepens and winter nears – shades of brown. With each changing hue accompanies a shift in our energy field. Some individuals are aware of their energy changes, others are not or appear unaffected; it is all based on perception and belief. With the coming of Autumn, for me, came a mixed feeling of happiness and sadness, yet a decrease of my anxiety. I can look at this state of being symbolical in this way: as the temperature begins to drop, and the Earth’s colors change, green grass begins to yellow and progressively deceases, as does the leaves upon the trees, and animals prepare for hibernation, I too begin to chang...

IS YOUR BUSINESS WORTH IT? (A HARSH LOOK ON THE REALITY OF BECOMING AN ENTREPRENEUR)

I remember the first time I thought of my supposed million-dollar business. No, it didn’t come to me in a dream, and I didn’t know I’d be quitting my job two days later. All I knew was I was unhappy, ready for a change and knew it would be worth it…or so I thought.   Before I make big changes in my life, I always think back to a moment I had during my youth group at church many years ago. I was in middle school and just started going to youth group with my older, wiser and cooler sister. We came in late and sat near the back. I’m not sure what the actual lesson was about, but I remember how the youth pastor ended his teaching.   “You all sit silently while I share records of people risking their lives for their beliefs but no one ever asks the question that most of you are thinking right n...

SORRY ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH

To my friends, Jennifer, Chloe, Megan and Amanda: I’m sorry.   And I know, my sorry isn’t good enough.  Because up until this point, I haven’t really, fully apologized. Sure, I’ve sent some emails or text messages; nothing outright apologetic.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I wasn’t a good friend and at times did unkind and downright mean things. I’m sorry I’ve lost your friendship.  When I was younger, after a particularly heinous crime I committed (and there were so many, I’ve lost count) I’d go to my mother and say, “I’m sorry.”   Her reply was always the same: “Sorry isn’t good enough.”   She never elaborated, she never explained, she never accepted my apologies and in a misguided sense, I think the wisdom she meant to imp...

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