Tag Archives: Life

Letting Go, Trusting, & Being Happy.

Happy first month to me officially moving to South Korea. “Nothing lasts forever.” Not the good, nor the bad, and I absolutely know that. And so the most beautiful thing, is being awake and alive enough to know that although I don’t know how long it’ll last, I know very well, with all my being,…

679 days of waiting to love you.

Hello Darling, Even being able to say that warms my heart. You are my darling. And I am so happy that you are here. I have waited 679 days to love you. 679 days precisely, of imagining everything you would be like to keep me afloat on tough days. Of imagining the way you’d have…

A Thank You to the One Who Broke Me.

I don’t like to say broke, because now that life makes sense, maybe you didn’t break me, perhaps you built me. To be who I am today. Never in my life could I imagine a love after you. Never. But now there are times where I stop breathing, not because I’m crying in pain like I used to, but…

To the Open Heart, Grieving the Love of Your Life.

An open heart, and not a broken one, because my love, even in the midst of the cracking you may feel, your heart is more open than ever; feeling more intensity than it ever has. Whether your angel has left to heaven, or your angel has died with the rose-colored figment of your imagination, your heart will be…

To My Anonymous Reader: Advice on Confidence & Social Anxiety

Here is my response to a sweet reader out there who had contacted me anonymously. As I cannot email you back, I wanted to make sure you got this note from me! Sending you love! Hi Nakita, I enjoy reading your blog posts and I always look forward to them. So keep up the great…

The Most Expensive Thing You Can Afford Post Grad & How It Can Make You Richer.

So, I quit my job today. Normally, people would wait this out and blog about it after successfully launching a million dollar gig overnight of some sort. I don’t have any of that. And although that would be an awesome, glorified story of “Why Quitting My Job Was The Best Thing That Happened To Me,” life…

To the Men Who Broke the Woman Who Just Loved Loving You.

How do I say this in a way that you will hear me? Hear me pleading for the Hmong women who didn’t know better and could only do the best they could to love you. How can I say it in a way that doesn’t coddle and cushion what you did and have no interest…