The boy I had a crush on when I was fifteen taught me a valuable lesson: Women shouldn’t be afraid of making the first move.
“I wanted to date you when we were young,” my teenage crush confessed one drunken night when we were eighteen.
“Me too,” I replied, hoping to feel something magical. A foolish hope. My feelings for him had long since fizzled out. The only emotion left was regret. If I had taken the first step, what would’ve happened between us?
According to a recent survey, 70% of women don’t make the first move in a relationship…
According to the longest ever study on happiness, healthy relationships are the secret to a fulfilling life. The problem? It’s tough to objectively know whether ours are beneficial or detrimental.
A few months ago, I faced this problem. Something inside me was off. And though I knew it was a relationship-related issue, I couldn’t pinpoint the problem’s origin or brainstorm ways to feel better.
What’s the N°1 piece of advice you’d give your younger self?
I always ask that question to my English students as part of an English assignment. As a writer fascinated by all things human, I chose this topic over any other because I’m always keen to learn from those with more life experience.
Ranging from their late forties to their sixties, my students don’t miss a beat when answering my prompt. And after doing this activity with most of them, I’ve started to notice a pattern.
Over and over, my students over fifty confess they’d tell their younger selves to…
I’ll be honest: After taking the free courses in this post, I started cringing at my past content.
It was as though someone had given me glasses, and I’d just realized trees weren’t just a blur of greens and browns but a beautiful tapestry of leaves and branches.
True, you can learn everything a free course can teach through trial and error, but it can be time-consuming and painful. As I always tell my intermediate-advanced English students, the reason we go over the basics of grammar again is that I want to bring awareness to what the perfect phrase looks…
Today started wrong.
I again woke up to a crocodile-related nightmare way before my body felt rested, adding to the sleep-deprived state I’d been sporting this past week. Groggy-eyed, I checked my phone to see if my sister had replied to a text I’d sent her the night before, right after a heated argument.
Feeling tired and rejected, I wobbled out of my bedroom. My legs hurt, an uncomfortable and unusual pain that started a few weeks ago. …
Whether we create articles, videos, or weirdly-scented candles, what most of us content creators have in common is a burning desire for freedom.
We want to quit our 9-to-5s and run off to the sunset with our passion-filled side-businesses. We want to be the owners of our schedules, the rulers of our days. We want to work when, how, and with whom we want to — freedom.
The problem is that creating on content platforms like YouTube or this one can quickly make you feel enslaved. …
A heartfelt compliment can often feel like a helping hand. It can boost our motivation when we feel like quitting, help us push through nightmare-inducing days, and remind us we’re special to someone out there.
But there’s a catch.
When trite and vague, compliments can harm instead of soothe. Despite the complimenter’s best intentions, our self-doubt often raises alarms that make us question the compliment’s validity. Instead of feeling flattered, we wonder about the complimenter’s agenda.
It’s no wonder, then, that a recent study concluded that the most flattering type of praise is specific. When complimenting, pinpointing what truly makes…
My grandfather is a SuperAger. Though he’s in his eighties, he’s still designing buildings (because he wants to), solving ninja-level sudokus, and dancing at every party. He’s an example of how aging doesn’t have to be all doom and gloom.
If anything, he says he’s enjoying his eighties way more than his previous decades because he feels freer than ever.
Free from self-doubt. Free from financial debt and burdens (he managed to set himself up for a modest retirement). Free from caring about what others think.
Still, my grandfather is, unfortunately, an exception.
Most people his age are either physically…
“I was a good boyfriend,” my first boyfriend (let’s call him Billy) said with a confident grin.
Five years after we broke up, we found ourselves in the same city, so we decided to grab a coffee. After half an hour of small talk, we reflected on our past, year-long relationship.
At Billy’s comment, I arched an eyebrow, incredulous.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, exuding the same boyish charm he had when we were younger. Back then, I felt weak in the knees whenever he looked at me like that.
I remember when he raised his shirt, a seemingly innocent gesture. He wanted me to know he had a gun tucked in his breeches. He wanted me to be scared.
My mind couldn’t reconcile the fact that he sold phone chargers in the street and that now he wanted to steal mine. It was ironic, ridiculous — but painfully real.
Panic building in my gut, I clutched my car’s steering wheel and looked around me. I was stuck in traffic. My door was unlocked. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing; my grandmother wanted to speak with me.
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