Prompt: A Letter to the Version of You That No Longer Exists Dear You, I don’t even know where to start. Maybe with a thank you. Thank you for enduring the nights that felt endless. Thank you for carrying dreams too heavy for your small shoulders.Thank you for loving, even when it hurt. Thank you…
Silent Reading: Day 16 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What your silence would say if it could speak. Silence is not one of my virtues. Even when I choose to remain quiet, the subtitles running on my face are doing all the talking. Yes, the eyebrow raise? That’s me. The smirk? That’s the footnote. If my silence could speak, it wouldn’t whisper sweet…
Sheets, Smiles, and Self-Care: Day 15 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A routine you didn’t know you needed. I make my bed every morning. Yes. That’s it. No life coach, no alarmed-to-tell-me-I’m-a-new-adult guru, just me and my sheets. (Though honestly, if life coaches knew how transformative this was, they’d start charging extra.) At first, I thought, “Who cares? The bed’s just going…
The Best Date I Ever Went On: Day 14 0f #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: The moment you realised you had changed. Last Sunday, I went on a date. A proper one. Not for a birthday. Not for a celebration. Not because it was planned. Just because I felt like it. A date with myself. It started accidentally. For the first time in ages, my calendar had a blank…
If My Inner Critic Had A Name: Day 13 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: If your inner critic had a name We all have an inner critic. That voice that shows up uninvited. The one that clears its throat right when you’re feeling confident. “Are you sure you want to do that?” “Who do you think you are?” “Maybe don’t embarrass yourself today.” Cute. Very supportive. Gold star…
The Nicest Thing Anyone Said to Me : Day 12 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A compliment you never forgot Some compliments fade. “You look nice today.” “Great job.” “Love your outfit.” Sweet? Yes. Memorable? Not really. But once in a while, someone says something that slips past your ears and lands straight in your chest. The kind you carry for years.The kind you remember on bad days. The…
What Your Weekends Teach You About Yourself: Day 11 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What your weekends teach you about yourself. For the longest time, weekends felt like oxygen. Something I waited for. Counted down to. Clung to like a life raft. Friday evenings were dramatic. Sunday nights were tragic. Somewhere between those two, I tried to squeeze all my happiness into forty-eight rushed hours. Rest. Fun. People….
The Book I Never Outgrew: Day 10 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: The book that found you at the right time. Not every life lesson comes from people. Some come bound in paperbacks. For me, that book was The Kite Runner. Some books are recommended. Some are gifted. Some sit on your shelf, judging you for months. And then there are the rare ones that don’t…
When Fear Pulls Up A Chair : Day 9 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A fear you learned to sit with For most of my life, I thought fear was an enemy. Something to defeat. Outrun. Conquer dramatically like a movie climax, wind in the hair, background music swelling, me walking away victorious in slow motion. Turns out? Fear is far less cinematic. And far more stubborn. It…
My Recipe for Success : Day 8 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What success looks like on an ordinary day. If you had asked me years ago what success looked like, I would’ve said something cinematic. Book launches. Airports. Panels. Somebody holding a microphone too close to my face while mispronouncing my name with confidence. Very shiny. Very impressive. Very exhausting. Now? Success looks suspiciously ordinary….