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Kiana Khansmith
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Jules of Nature
Kaledo Art
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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KIROKAZE
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Sade Olutola
dirt enthusiast
Misplaced Lens Cap
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Janaina Medeiros
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Embracing the Journey: Navigating Life as an Aging Millennial (Intro to my Blog)
Welcome to my personal blog, a space where I share my thoughts, experiences, and lessons learned as an aging millennial. Life has taken me on a unique path, and I find myself pursuing post-graduate studies while also being an active member of the Board of Trustees in my condominium community. Join me as I navigate this ever-changing landscape, discovering joy and valuable lessons along the way.
Memory hit me out of nowhere.
1999. Mid-school year transfer. I left a place that chewed me up with bullying and landed somewhere new—co-ed, unfamiliar, a little louder, a little harsher. I was behind. Scrambling to catch up. Trying to breathe.
There was this girl—eventually a friend, part of a circle I tried to fit into. At a PTA meeting, she told my mom I wasn’t doing well. Suggested I watch the Knowledge Channel. Translation: I was slow.
Funny how time works.
Fast forward to senior high—same game, different stakes. I finished my modules. On time. Earned it. Quietly. No shortcuts.
Her? Didn’t complete 80% of hers. Still graduated.
Life doesn’t always serve justice clean. But it keeps receipts.
And sometimes, that’s enough.
Having the worst anxiety-PMS attack so far—and it’s only two months into 2026. It’s almost 6 a.m. Sleep never came. Hours of nausea have finally eased, the excruciating headache has backed off, and now I’m left wide awake. Too alert. Anxious for no identifiable reason, which somehow makes it worse. I’m sending this panic out into the universe, hoping it finds a little solace somewhere.
Oh. And it’s Wednesday. 🥲
Going to church should not feel like an obligation. You should actually want to go to church. You are not automatically a bad person just because you didn’t attend Mass. We go and we pray when we genuinely want to—not only when we have something to ask for, but also when we have things to be thankful for.
It feels wrong to be in church just to post Bible quotes and verses, yet not truly live out what the Lord intended us to do—which is to be good and to want to do good for others. I don’t like being forced to go to church or being made to feel guilty for not going.
I want my conversations with God to be organic and meaningful. So I pray. I pray every day, every night—not just asking for what I need, but asking Him for guidance and giving thanks for all the good things He has done.
I am not perfect—but neither are the people who force me to go to church.
Dracula: A Love Tale (2025) dir. Luc Besson
Some days, I feel like I’m staring at a map with no roads.
The noise where I live—both the kind you can hear and the kind you can’t—keeps pressing against my skull. The career I want feels like it’s on the other side of some foggy river, and I’ve been standing on the bank for years, waiting for a bridge that never seems to get built.
I’m tired, a little bitter, maybe a little lost. But I keep moving. Not because I’m sure of where I’m going, but because standing still feels worse.
I’m at a crossroads, lost and exhausted. Half the time, I don’t know what I’m doing. Quiet quitting feels easy, but I want to be more—more than this. Getting back up is hard, but I’m trying.
It’s Been Awhile
It’s been a while since I last blogged. Life has been a mix of highs and lows, and I’ve been feeling on and off because of the major things—and failures—that have happened. But despite the sadness, there’s still so much to be thankful for.
I’m grateful for my partner of almost four years now, who has been my constant through it all. I have my mom and sister with me, and I’m surrounded by people who continue to shower me with love and blessings.
Life isn’t always easy, but today, I choose gratitude. Hoping to write more and share my thoughts here again.
For the past five years, I have been battling an invisible enemy that festers in my mind—depression.
From the loss of my dad to the unexpected detours of my plans, and the constant struggle for acceptance and approval from people in my life, it has been a relentless journey.
During the pandemic, I wrote a poem—a reflection of my inner battles—and over the years, I have continued to revise it as my life shifted and my emotions evolved.
I am a survivor of moments where I felt on the brink of losing my mind. Yet, this year has brought another wave of sadness and failure, testing me once more.
Today, I share this poem as a form of release and as a reminder to myself and anyone else struggling: never give up. There are people who love and support us, even if we don’t always feel it. Ending my life would only leave them with pain—a burden I wouldn’t want anyone to bear.
Here is my heart, laid bare in words, as a testament to resilience and hope.💙
I’m Back to Blogging Again!
Hey everyone! It feels so good to be writing here again. Honestly, it’s been way too long since my last blog post, and I’ve missed this little space. A lot has happened over the past several months (or has it been longer than that?), and life has been, well, *busy* to say the least.
The biggest change? I made a major career move! I can’t even begin to describe how much this decision has impacted me—both personally and professionally. It wasn’t easy at first, but I’m finally in a place where I feel like I’m doing something that aligns with my goals and values. And, more importantly, something that brings me genuine satisfaction. I’ll probably write more about that in a future post because there’s so much to unpack there.
Alongside that, I’ve been spending more time with my family. After everything, I realized how important it is to slow down and just *be present*. You know how life can feel like a constant rush? I was definitely caught in that cycle for a while, but now I’m making a conscious effort to savor the little moments with the people I love.
With the holidays coming up, I’ve finally found a bit of space to breathe and relax. It feels like the first time in forever that I’ve been able to pause and enjoy the season without feeling overwhelmed. I’m planning to use this time to recharge, reflect, and, of course, get back into blogging!
So, I’m excited to share more about what’s been happening in my world and reconnect with all of you. Thanks for sticking around, and I can’t wait to dive back into this journey with you all.
Until next time! :)
Dealing with Hate and Anger: Reflecting on a Challenging Week
This past week has been a whirlwind of emotions for me, and I find myself grappling with feelings of hate and anger swirling in my heart.
The first blow came from someone I considered a friend, who unexpectedly dragged me into a pointless argument in our community chat group. I stood my ground, expressed my discontent, and promptly severed ties by blocking them. It's disheartening when someone you trust betrays that trust so callously.
The second hit came closer to home, as tensions flared between my mom and me in another chat group. Her request for me to refrain from expressing my frustrations felt unjust, especially considering her own penchant for airing grievances in the same forum.
In moments like these, it's natural to seek someone or something to blame. Sometimes, unfairly, that blame falls on those closest to us. I've found myself resenting my mom for seemingly entangling me in the trivial affairs of our condo community, fostering a sense of frustration that only adds fuel to the fire of anger burning inside me.
But amidst the rage and resentment, I realize that harboring these negative emotions only serves to poison my own well-being. It's essential to find healthier outlets for processing and releasing these feelings, whether through journaling, exercise, or seeking support from trusted friends or professionals.
Ultimately, I'm learning to navigate through this storm of emotions, recognizing that hate and anger are transient visitors, not permanent residents of my heart. By acknowledging and confronting these feelings, I take the first steps toward healing and reclaiming my peace of mind.
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Starting to see through the facade... thought they were a friend, but actions speak louder than words. Turns out, their idea of class is just a costume over their crass behavior.
The Dichotomy of Friendship: Classy Facades and Hidden Realities
Friendships are the threads that bind together our experiences, shaping who we are and who we become. Yet, amidst the complexities of human connection, there are moments when the illusion of friendship begins to unravel, revealing a stark contrast between perception and reality.
I find myself in such a moment, grappling with the unsettling realization that a friend I once admired for their supposed elegance and sophistication is, in truth, nothing more than a facade concealing a tangled web of trashiness and loneliness.
Let's call her 'Karen'. From the outside, Karen radiates an aura of refinement, effortlessly navigating social circles with poise and grace. Her penchant for designer labels, and exclusive events seemed to epitomize the epitome of class. Yet, as our friendship deepened, cracks began to surface, exposing the true essence beneath the veneer of sophistication.
Behind closed doors, Karen’s demeanor transformed, revealing a penchant for gossip, manipulation, and superficiality. Her desperate need for validation and acceptance drove her to engage in petty dramas and shallow pursuits, leaving behind a trail of broken relationships and hollow connections.
As I contemplate the nature of our friendship, I'm struck by a profound sense of disillusionment. The person I once admired for their perceived classiness now appears pitiful and pathetic, trapped in a cycle of emptiness and self-deception.
And yet, despite the glaring discrepancies between Karen’s projected image and her true self, I find myself hesitant to sever ties completely. Perhaps it's out of a sense of loyalty or nostalgia for the friendship we once shared. Or maybe it's the fear of facing the void left by her absence, of venturing into the unknown without the comfort of familiar company.
But as I reflect on our friendship, I realize that true friendship cannot be built on a foundation of falsehoods and illusions. It requires honesty, authenticity, and mutual respect - qualities that Karen sorely lacks. And so, with a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, I must acknowledge that our paths diverge here, leading us towards separate destinies.
In the end, I am reminded that friendships, like all relationships, are a reflection of ourselves. And while it may be painful to confront the truth, it is through embracing authenticity and integrity that we pave the way for meaningful connections and genuine fulfillment. So farewell, Karen, and may you find the courage to confront the demons that lurk within, for true liberation lies in embracing the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it may be.
