Oddities // Top and pants mismatched, hair in tangles, and met at the most inopportune times, such is the cycle of my encounters with blessings and mistakes.
Odder is my reception of them, these days. I used to think too much of everything, slicing each and every bit of a scenario in painstaking detail. Now, I’m throwing caution to the wind. Letting most idle thoughts die, and letting the wheel be.
And as I slowly embraced that tinge of excitement that comes with not having Plan B’s for inevitabilities is when I suddenly became more aware of telling signals — that this exact point, this exact second of breathing, existing, is the moment where I actually want to be.
To find peace in a most colorful mind is so exhausting. And at times, so futile.
And for a typical millenial like me, to be young and reckless is not the problem. But to be young and careful, is.
To find peace in a most colorful mind is so exhausting. And at times, so futile.
Dominique on loving herself circa 2017
When I started this blog, I told myself and my yet inexistent readers that we’ll both be in a journey. A journey that starts with a loss, goes through self-reclamation, investment and ends in a perpetual state of wonder and contentment. Happiness is not the end point, you see. But an insistence of a new voice. Quivering, weak yet builds itself in each post.
So this week, I urge you:
First,
Exhaust yourself with challenging your self-limiting beliefs.
Second,
Don’t believe everything you hear (especially the fear and self-doubt) and listen to your innate polar.
Neon + pastels bring me joy 
Step out of the concrete jungle and find the sand and seas 
Find beauty with the mundane
Your gut feel will always serve you well. And in case you need a little more urging, face the mirror and say, I’ll beat the odds today.
You got this, Tiger!
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Sometimes we get so lucky to receive love letters from our past selves. Here’s from me to me a few years ago. May this bring you luck and light as well.
