The Framing of the Should: Learning to Say No

The last few weeks have been some of those weeks. You know. The weeks when you pay 25 bucks for an Uber ride just under two miles because you really have somewhere to be. When you scrape your knees and tear one of your favorite pairs of pants falling on the road as you’re crossing it. Assignments cause your sleep cycle to move out of whack. Phone calls about group projects extend until 1 a.m. and start up again at 8 a.m.

Those weeks.

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Musings on Auld Lang Syne: Being Brave

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a long time now, but sometimes only being pushed  down makes you go back to what you love to do. After what felt like an interminable week, I felt the need to write this post as soon as I got a moment to breathe (post a nap of course. Naps are true love). 

This isn’t something I share, mostly because it has literally nothing to do with anything, but my name, Simran, means ‘remembering God.’ My younger self found this almost hilarious, considering I stayed as far away from religion, rituals and praying as I could. As I grew older, however, I found myself turning to remembrance more and more. Not remembering God, precisely, but remembering good times, family, friends, old family histories and drawing strength and lessons from them. And more and more, I found that the qualities I valued most from these memories were bravery and gumption. And for a Ravenclaw/Slytherin, that’s a pretty big change of heart.

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