Without good questions, good answers would have no place to go
Clayton Christensen
Does anyone remember the days of ask.fm? Or is that just me haha…
I used to love that website to bits – the sheer validation of anonymous questioning? Oof, tell me that isn’t just genius. So call me crazy for replicating that a bit here. I think as humans we just love asking questions, so why not? YOLO yes? I know, I know what you’re thinking – this is just another advice column. But it’s not. It’s better. Why? Well only time will tell. So here I am, at your disposal.
HER VICE: Unsolicited ADVICE
Wander through her pages of advice if you’re stuck and want a non lecture sounding written lecture from yours truly
I can’t promise it’ll get you out of your hole, but it might help knowing that I’ve been there too. You’re not alone. Have requests? Submit a question below.
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Gliding, not surviving.
Sometimes heading into a new week with big events can feel like overwhelmingly like diving. The friday before I almost always want to last forever feeling like before the storm, saturday I want to pack in as many things as possible to feel like I had 2 days in one and sunday I spend wandering
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a life of gems
“I don’t want to be your friend anymore” she said. Naila was my first best friend in primary school, and her blatant statement turned my whole world around. In 6th grade, we did everything together. I have very vivid memories of us partnering on every project, going to lunch and above all, living in our
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The other side of fear
“If only – we could find it within us to turn that fear into a “signal” instead of a “stop sign”, we could make the most of our short time here on earth” “Are you ready?” “We go at 3.” He said as I stared into the clear sky abyss that our airplane door opened
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Notes from a loud mind
It’s restless season. Recently, I’ve been feeling….somewhat all over the place. As if my mind’s racing at 50 million mph, and my body’s failing to keep up, and this mismatch constantly makes me want to turn off the noise, and just slip into plain silence. Truly, I can’t put a finger on it, but more