jessa

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Work

  • Craving relief from this mental ache

    For months, I felt like climbing over a steep hill. Pushing myself upward and forward demanded not just physical power but mental agility. The intellectual demand is almost making me mental that what I keep feeling these days is discomfort (sometimes extreme pain) in the frontal lobe area of my head (or at the back Read more


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  • When work doesn’t want you to become a good person

    When my colleagues talked about working in offices whose systems require them to throw their values and principles out the window, I remembered the dread of being in one—and the nights I spent yearning and praying for a kind of work that isn’t toxic. A kind of workplace that values good conduct and cares more Read more


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  • Letter no. 43

    Dear reader from the future, I am writing from a time when AI tools are like mushrooms. I’m not sure if they are something you really need or want, but you can find them anywhere and everywhere. Thinking about it now, I can imagine them as ubiquitous as mobile phones. However, some of my peers Read more


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  • Do not settle for mediocre

    I’ve never seen a person so dedicated to her work as my colleague does. In one instance, this colleague got upset because I only made a handwritten list for the conference speakers where I could have printed them from a computer (she said there was still time to do it). She also said I must Read more


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  • Handwriting and the brain

    I wonder if a time will come when my hands no longer know how to write the words I learned throughout my lifetime. So, sometimes, to refresh myself (or assess if I still know the things I believe I know), I jot down words I hear from a speaker (if I am in a gathering) Read more


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  • Divided attention

    People want you to be involved in so many things at one time. And that could get overwhelming. So if you are the kind of person who succumbs to pressure quickly, learn to say no more often. I think saying no more often is not entirely wrong. If you can identify what matters for you, Read more


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  • My heart never fluttered like this for a pen

    Since I learned to write by hand, I can’t remember wanting to write because handwriting feels good (and therapeutic). Mostly, it was out of a need to take notes. My fingers now swiftly dance with the keys (which used to be a struggle back in 2007), and I don’t have any problems translating my thoughts Read more


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