Mindfulness Practice

Let’s be honest—when we set goals, we tend to go big . We want to lose 10 kgs in a month, write a bestselling novel in a week, or transform into a Zen-like, green-juice-drinking, 5 a.m.-waking, morning-run-loving human overnight. Then reality kicks in. The alarm rings at 5 a.m., and suddenly, snooze is the only thing on your to-do list. The treadmill starts looking like medieval torture, and that green juice? Yeah, it tastes like lawnmower clippings. The problem isn’t you —it’s the all or nothing approach. Enter the magic of 1% . Why 1%? Because 1% is easy . 1% is doable . And 1% doesn’t make you feel like a failure when life gets in the way. James Clear (you know, the guy who wrote Atomic Habits and made us all question our life choices) explains this beautifully: if you improve by 1% every day , you’ll be 37 times better in a year. THIRTY-SEVEN TIMES. That’s like upgrading from a clunky old Nokia to the latest iPhone with AI that basically runs your life. The 1% Rule in Act...

  How often do we break promises to ourselves while keeping every commitment we make to others? We say we’ll wake up early, exercise, eat better, or finally start that passion project—yet when life gets busy, those personal commitments are the first to go. I know this because I’ve been struggling with it myself. Lately, I’ve been realising how much it matters. Every time I let myself down, I chip away at my self-trust. I send the message that my own needs and goals don’t matter as much as other people’s. And that’s a pattern I want to change. Why It Matters When we follow through on promises to ourselves—whether small, like drinking more water, or big, like setting boundaries—we prove that we are reliable and worthy of respect. It’s like building a relationship. If someone constantly let you down, you’d stop trusting them, right? The same applies to the relationship I have with myself. Right now, I’m working on rebuilding that trust, one step at a time. The Struggle to Follow T...

I used to be highly functional—a woman who could do it all, juggle countless responsibilities, and forget nothing. My mind was sharp, my memory impeccable. I thrived on organisation, on efficiency, on being able to manage everything life threw at me. And the man I loved? He was the same. My soul mate. We understood each other’s drive and passion, our shared hunger for achievement, our ability to handle it all. Then everything changed when he burnt out. It was sudden and devastating. He couldn’t work anymore. The fire that once drove him dimmed, and then extinguished. I stood by him, unwavering. I fought for him, fought to keep him alive. I pulled blades from his hands, stopped him from slitting his wrists, did everything in my power to keep him safe. Even having him committed in the hopes that it would help, that it would give him a fighting chance. But it didn’t. In the end, he lost his battle. He took his own life. And with him, he took a part of me. Not just a huge chunk of my...

Nature has an incredible way of teaching us about resilience, strength, and renewal. The sun rises after every night, never questioning whether it should. The waves crash against the shore, retreat, and return again with unwavering certainty. Trees lose their leaves in autumn, stand bare in winter, yet bloom again in spring. These natural cycles remind us that we, too, can trust in our ability to rise, adapt, and keep going—even in the face of hardship. Embracing Life’s Ebb and Flow Much like the ocean’s tides, life moves in waves. There are moments of calm and clarity, and there are storms that shake us to our core. It’s easy to feel defeated in difficult times, but nature teaches us that nothing stays the same forever. Just as the storm eventually passes, so too will the struggles we face. When we understand that challenges are part of the natural rhythm of life, we begin to approach them differently. Instead of fearing the dark moments, we can learn to accept them as a necessary par...

Today, hope slipped through my fingers like sand, no matter how tightly I tried to hold on. The answer came swiftly, blunt and final—a door slammed shut, a path I had clung to now blocked. I felt the weight of it settle deep in my chest, a heaviness so suffocating it stole the air from my lungs. I told myself I had prepared for this possibility, but nothing truly prepares you for the moment hope is snatched away. The exhaustion isn’t just physical; it’s in my bones, in my soul. I am drained, worn thin by the relentless cycle of fighting, waiting, believing—only to be told no. A voice inside whispers, What’s the point? Maybe it would be easier to let go, to stop pushing, to stop trying to swim against the tide. But another part of me, the part that has carried me through storms before, resists. Maybe not today, maybe not right now—but at some point, I will stand up again. For now, I just sit in this feeling. I let the pain be what it is. Because before I find my way forward, I need ...

Healing is not a destination. It’s not a place you arrive at, where everything suddenly makes sense, and the past no longer aches. Healing is a journey—a slow, winding path with detours, setbacks, and moments of clarity that feel like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds. For so long, I thought healing meant erasing the past. If I could just forget, if I could just move on, then maybe I would be whole. But I’ve come to realise that wholeness isn’t about forgetting—it’s about integrating. It’s about taking the broken pieces and making something beautiful out of them. Some days, the weight of old wounds still presses against my ribs. Some nights, echoes of past pain whisper in the quiet. But I am learning to sit with it, to hold myself gently, to remind myself that I am more than my scars. Healing is in the small moments—the way I breathe deeper now, the way I listen to my body instead of punishing it, the way I choose love over fear, again and again. I am not the same person I was...

We all have big dreams, right? Maybe you want to start a business, write a book, run a marathon, or just wake up before your alarm for once. But here’s the thing—dreams don’t magically come true just because we really, really want them to. (Trust me, I’ve tried.) Nope. They need action. And action needs habits. And habits? Well… habits need discipline. Ugh. Why Motivation is a Liar We love motivation—it’s exciting, energising, and makes us feel like we can conquer the world! But motivation is also flaky. One day it’s got us meal-prepping like a health guru, and the next, we’re eating biscuits straight out of the packet while binge-watching Netflix. The real game-changer? Discipline. The unsexy, often annoying ability to do the thing even when we don’t feel like it. Want to write a book? That means writing when you’d rather scroll social media. Want to get fit? That means working out when your couch whispers sweet nothings to you. Want to save money? That means resisting ye...