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jessa

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Everyday Stories, Lived

Relationships

  • Shifting social circles

    I get attached to a few friends in various life stages, only to be detached when our social circles no longer overlap. We often find it challenging to quell the noise in our heads and manage our hours to get through our workday, much more keeping tabs on all the friends we made throughout the… Read more

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  • Belonging in 30s

    While my twenties were more about seeking out what life had in store for me, starting my thirties made me feel a growing need for belonging. It isn’t just about having close friendships, having a sense of roots, feeling valued and respected by colleagues at work (for having valuable contributions), having a sense of shared… Read more

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  • Understanding the assignment

    Understaffed. You’ll clearly see that when you get into this customer service office. With a 1 staff to 5 customers ratio and an average of 25 minutes of handling time, you need patience if you really need to be there. As long as my rational self is in control, I focus on what I can… Read more

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  • Late-night musings #14

    Somewhere, we read that “life is a constant change.” You might even have heard it in a song and are now trying to tune it out from your brain because you can’t stop singing the lyrics. But when people commit a mistake, we often find ourselves unable to stop ourselves from crucifying them for that… Read more

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  • Sometimes, hurt people hurt

    If you are a person who recovered from being hurt and have lashed out at everyone else because you are hurting, then you must have realized by now how easy it is to hurt others when you are hurting. When you lash out, you feel like you can always be excused just because you are… Read more

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  • Late-night musings #13

    There are bridges we chose not to cross. But who knows what could have been if we did? Read more

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  • But for now, let me grieve

    My heart is heavy with grief, like a weight pressing on against my chest.  Exhale, exhale, exhale. I’m trying to inhale, but the weight only gets heavier the more I try to breathe. Like my heart is trying to beat against a prison cell that is getting smaller and smaller until there’s no space left… Read more

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