Taking Stock, a thousand miles away.

  It's Sunday morning and it's raining softly outside. Sundays are already my favorite days of the week and waking up to a rainy Sunday is a reminder that God loves me. Even if I woke up too late to go to church. Even if I'm ignoring more than a couple of Whatsapp texts. Even …

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Messy Twenties

My mother taught me religion and my father taught me spirituality. My mother taught me to go to church and to pray. My father taught me to believe and to put out what I want so that the universe will reciprocate.