The Undercover Poet

Narrator: (laughs, nearly choking on a cookie crumb) Career? Oh, you’ve mistaken me for someone with a five-year plan pinned to a vision board. Let’s be real, it’s not a career. It’s not even a “job.” It’s a glorified piggy bank. A paycheck with health benefits. My actual career? That happens between 2 a.m. and existential dread…

Unshackling The Clock

Let us all, then, take up our brushes and palettes, our pens and instruments, and paint our own masterpieces on the canvas of 2024. Let us break free from the cycles, reclaim our dreams, and make this year a symphony of joy, growth, and self-discovery. For the greatest testament to success isn’t what we achieve, but who we become in the process of reaching for it.

This year, let us become the artists of our own lives…

Oh When She Smiles

I’ve set a lot of goals for myself throughout my life, both big and small. I’ve wanted to be a doctor, a lawyer, a chess master, and even a professional rugby player at one point. But none of those goals were as hard to achieve as my hardest personal goal:

~To make her smile.~

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Making someone smile? That’s not a hard goal to achieve. Just tell them a joke or compliment them.”

But trust me, it’s not that easy. When it comes to making her smile, I’m dealing with a whole other level of difficulty.