Thought Therapy

L’avenir dépend de ce que vous faites aujourd'hui I'm supposed to be writing an essay right now, yet here I am  typing away non-academically! Oh well, I'll consider this as practice.  It's been a while since I got on here (life's still happening as usual), and my thoughts have stuck with me through a new yet familiar chapter of life. What would I do without them? And so today, after a long  pause, they nudged me to get it all out. So here we go, therapy in session. "Hi, my name is Yvette and I'm a binge-watcher." I unashamedly admit that and openly thank the Netflix account that's been there for me with my regular fix of binge-worthy shows. Now that it's out in public, let me proceed to flip this addiction into a life-lesson.  I have a specific taste in shows, simple really. As long as it's entertaining, witty and/or funny with something I can learn from, I'm in! However, only recently have my Netflix suggestions fa

Welcome to my mid-2018 life lessons. A keen look into the mind of a serial emotional over-thinker.  #InMyFeelingsChallenge (Keeping up with 2018 trends) Three years ago in August, thanks to binge-watching Fresh Prince of Belair, I ended up looking for Will Smith movies to occupy my Saturday movie-night. Like some unforeseen fate, I went back to my all-time favourite, grab-a-tissue movie ‘The pursuit of Happyness’. This movie gets me every time! Long story short, the remixed title of the movie  became my go-to social media hashtag i.e #inpursuitofhappiness . It was inspirational and in all essence of the word, a really good hashtag to use in this day and age of vanity with a tinge of humility. For all you social media fans out there, we see it all the time; find a cute photo of yourself, then add an inspirational tagline to avoid the vanity of it all. Besides being a good caption to use, those words came at a time in my life when I needed to find MY happiness. Since

Nothing kills me more softly than saying goodbye. There's  nothing good in goodbye, and there never will be. It's my humble request to revise this English word. It's easy to say goodbye but the feeling that comes with it is a like a slow blow to the heart. I may  be exaggerating the description, but truth be told, saying goodbye is hard for me. Case in point, 8 years ago, I began a tradition that I thought would make this heart of mine  tough enough to withstand the pains of goodbye. I could never stand the thought of saying goodbye to my sister at the airport. I was always the one person left behind at home while everyone else escorted her. The sight  of seeing her climb up the boarding stairs made the goodbye more real!! She was leaving me!!! In retrospect, my actions didn't  make sense because I still said my  goodbye at home. Lucky for me, no one bothered with my decision to stay. BooHoo!! I'm all grown up now and I wish I  had been there till the very la