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A Letter to My Mother

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Because of You I am who I am because of you, I became who I am because of you. Without you, there would be no me, So thank you for bringing me. In everything I do, I try to emulate you, To make you proud, to honor you. I aspire to be the woman you were, Strong, kind, full of grace and courage, As you are everything to me. You are my heart, my guide, my compass, The whisper I hear in the quiet moments of my life. Your love lives in me, Guiding me, shaping me, Forever part of who I am. There isn't a day that goes by, That I'm not thinking about you, Wishing you were still here. Thank you for every lesson, every hug, every smile. I treasure our time together. Wishing I could turn back the hands of time, To get one more day with you, A hug, a kiss, or a warm embrace. But knowing that's impossible, I'll treasure the moments we shared. I love you always and forever, Your one and only daughter, Kristina Evans Written by Kristina Evans - March 22, 2022 -------------------------...

The Power of Incomplete Sentences

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We spend so much of our lives trying to finish things. Complete the degree. Finish the project. Resolve the conflict. Find the answer. Arrive at certainty. We’re taught that completion is the goal, that unfinished means unworthy, and that uncertainty is something to overcome rather than something to sit with. We’re conditioned to believe that clarity equals control, and control equals safety. But what if the most honest way to live is in incomplete sentences? What if real strength lies not in control, but in embracing uncertainty? What if the power isn’t in having all the answers, but in learning to hold the questions? What if embracing uncertainty in life isn’t weakness, but quiet strength? When Certainty Becomes a Cage There was a time when I needed everything to make sense. Every decision required a clear rationale. Every relationship needed a defined label. Every feeling demanded an explanation. I couldn’t rest in ambiguity. I needed closure, clarity, and conclusions. I believed th...

The Price of Keeping Up Appearances

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There’s an exhaustion that comes not from working too hard, but from pretending too much. Pretending everything is fine when it isn’t. Pretending you have it all together when you’re barely holding on. Pretending your life matches the carefully curated version you present to the world, even as the gap between appearance and reality widens with each passing day. We live in a culture that rewards the illusion of success more than the honesty of struggle. Social media amplifies this. We scroll through highlight reels, polished moments, filtered lives, and unconsciously measure our messy realities against someone else’s edited version. The comparison becomes relentless. The pressure to keep up becomes suffocating. And so, we perform. When the Mask Becomes Heavy I remember a time when I couldn’t afford to admit that I couldn’t afford things. Not because I was ashamed of my financial situation, but because admitting it felt like failure. So I said yes when I should have said no. I attended e...

Turning Your Passion Into Income

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There's a moment that often arrives quietly, like the soft opening of a door you didn't realise was unlocked. Someone compliments your art. A stranger asks where you learned to write like that. A friend suggests you should sell what you make. And suddenly, what you've been doing for pure joy begins to feel like something more. Not just a hobby. Not just an escape. But a possibility. That moment, small as it seems, changes everything. When Passion Becomes Visible I remember the first time someone asked if I'd ever considered writing professionally. The question caught me off guard. Writing was mine, something private, something I did to make sense of the world. But their response to my words made me pause. If what I created could resonate with someone else, if it could offer clarity or comfort, perhaps it held value beyond my own experience. That's where the shift begins. Not in the decision to monetise, but in the recognition that what we love can also serve oth...