Writing with feeling
I, too, want to be a writer and creator who feels free. But there are some days when I wonder if it’s too late to unravel the knots I’ve tied myself up in.
An inner expedition
Reflections on a period of learning and self-discovery. (I won’t say “rediscovering” because I’m not convinced I knew who I was before.) I have no idea where this is going to end up; all I can work towards is a “clear-seeing kindness”.
Small, but certain
Here we are at the end of January 2024. This year has already been pretty brutal, and I haven’t figured my life out yet. But I did buy a rice cooker, so I’m going to count on the small wins.
Transformations
I turned 35 a little more than a month ago. It’s an age I never imagined as a child, but now I find that I’m at a stage in life where I’m not just contemplating, but also embracing, change.
My heart ached all day
On grief, mine and others, and when there is just too much of it coming from all directions.
Oh yeah, I wrote a book
It’s been about a month since the launch of my book, The Singapore I Recognise: Essays on home, community and hope. I’m still trying to process my messy feelings about this. Sometimes it feels as if it hasn’t quite sunk in yet. Sometimes it feels like ancient history.
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