The Cosmic Scribbles

In the 25 years of existence, we’ve been a lot of people. We’ve been an under-confident kid in school, and we’ve been the popular girl in college. Sometimes we’ve been the shy girl who sits alone for lunch, and we’ve been the life of the party. We’ve spent months in isolation after a break up, and then we’ve spent 6 months of non-stop travel. We’ve been students, and we’ve been mentors. We’ve been fit and we’ve been unhealthy. We’ve been happy and we’ve been sad. We’ve been a part of communities and we’ve also been lonely. We’ve been careless and we’ve been responsible. Boring and we’ve been entertaining. We’ve rested, we’ve laughed, we’ve loved, we’ve lost, we’ve grieved, we’ve moved on. We’ve seen ups and downs and lefts and rights and somehow managed to power through this topsy turvy journey of life. It’s impossible to encapsulate the versions of us we’ve put into the world in the limited life we’ve lived. But it’s heartening to look back, isn’t it? It’s easy to be proud of the prog...

  ‘Life is the sum of the stories you can tell.’ I have truly believed and embodied this as a life goal: to be a storyteller, an explorer, a curious mind, and a wandering soul. To fulfill this, I have chased experiences, made 100s of friends, travelled to numerous places, seen endless documentaries, read 1000s of books and spent a quarter of my life trying to hear, see, observe, and know stories that make this world as unique as it is. While this rollercoaster has been truly exciting and has elevated my life, there was one little story that I missed discovering. This story is more important than any I have ever known. This story is one I live with every day. The story I sleep to and the one I wake up with. The story that I seek in discomfort and the story that makes me smile when I’m upset. The story that is being written for the past 26 years, within me, within my mind, my body, and my heart. The story of my life, my habits, my beliefs, my fears, my triggers, my insecurities, ...