Tag: jessa blog
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My grandmother, Lola Magda, has raised goats her whole life, so when I thought about raising one after finishing my master’s degree, she was the first person I called. But instead of giving me a step-by-step guide, she did something better: she had a goat delivered to my childhood home while I was still in…
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The ghost of productivity haunted me in the early 2020s. It could be the nationwide lockdowns that came with the pandemic making me want to always reach out to podcasts to keep me company while in the shower, making breakfast, and tidying up my room. Because at that time, it felt like not learning something…
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My first apartment hunting experience was when I was months away from becoming a wife. While we were at the peak of our wedding preparations, I was also thinking a lot about where we would live, because I do not want to stay at my husband’s studio apartment long-term. So, I started my search online,…
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Wailing at night: on surrender
anxiety and faith, faith, jessa blog, letting go, prayer, surrender to God, trust God, trusting God with worry1–2 minutesWhen things do not go as planned, the gap between what we imagined and what is actually happening feels like a wall. It stops us cold. While we convince ourselves that letting go would keep us sane, the loss of the power to direct events keeps us awake at night. And what did surrender look…
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My eight-year-old niece occasionally uses my sister’s or my mother’s phone to call me and share her life updates, which mostly revolve around her latest craft project. She reminds me a lot of my younger self, so I try my best to be the adult I once wanted to have as a friend: a willing…
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Since I am no longer a staff member at the university, I lost my MS Office access, and so I looked for a free alternative. It took a lot of convincing myself that a free and open-source alternative to MS Office is okay because, from experience on using open-source freeware, I enjoyed using QGIS (open-source)…
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When insecurity and IMet eye to eyeCold air suddenly slapped my faceBlood draining outInsecurity had weird eyesThey roll from side to sideI wanted to ask, “What have I done to you?”I could almost hear her tell me, “You irk me.””Doesn’t matter what you say or doI just simply hate all about you.”And that’s when I…