The World’s A Little Blurry: Bookmarks

I always think the world’s a little blurry. The greatest wealth is having people to come home to. What did you once think wealth meant? When I was young, wealth looked like money, beautiful things, success, a comfortable house, and having enough to afford whatever I wanted. Growing older changed that definition. When I was […]

I always think that the world’s a little blurry.  We don’t always need a new beginning. Sometimes, we simply need a new perspective. What if the problem isn’t always where we are, but how we have learned to look at where we are? I’ve always had a fascination with starting over. I romanticize new beginnings.

I’ve always thought that the world’s a little blurry. Every season leaves behind a version of ourselves we’ll someday miss. There were seasons of my life that I didn’t fully appreciate while I was living through them. In this lifetime, we are always leaving something behind. Life is made of transitions. I don’t know. Maybe

I’ve always thought that the world’s a little blurry. Some dreams need patience more than talent. More often than not, we assume that success belongs to the most talented person in the room. I remember being a child and consistently performing well in class. Every graduation, my father and I would walk up to the

I’ve always thought that the world’s a little blurry. Not everything that takes time is taking too long. More than two years ago, I remember waiting for the result of my application to work in the United States. After passing the ASCPi and AMT examinations and receiving my New York CLS license, I thought the

There were times when I think the world’s a little blurry. And then I think about the life between Time-In and Time-Out. Lately, we’ve had an increased patient census in the hospital. There were days when patients needed blood units. We would call the blood bank, and after one unit had been transfused, they would

I’ve always thought that the world’s a little blurry. The people who loved me saw the person I would become long before I did. I have a confession to make. Growing up, I thought that as I lived, clarity would come. The reality couldn’t be farther from that—life is not clear as we’re living it.

I’ve always thought that the world’s a little blurry. Perhaps that’s because I’ve always been looking ahead. I forget that I’m living the life I once prayed for. My mind has always been wired to chase the next goal, the next chapter, the next dream waiting just beyond the horizon. I have always believed that

The world’s a little blurry but God always finds a way to remind me to trust Him. This morning began quietly. I woke up earlier than usual. I took a bath. I spent time in prayer. Then I opened my laptop, ready to write another reflection for The World’s a Little Blurry. The words were beginning to come

The world’s a little blurry, so I’m learning to be gentle with myself.  I wanted to be a little kinder to myself. I still do. But sometimes, I think I’m failing. Not because I don’t know how to care for myself, but because somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that resting was something I