Pray Eat Slay
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Maybe healing isn’t always dramatic. Maybe sometimes it looks like ramen, rain, overthinking, and being asleep before the sun goes down.
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Rainy weather, backyard projects, ramen dates, and gelato runs. Sometimes the best memories are made during the most ordinary weekends.
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Not every historical site feels like a classroom. Some feel like a warning. And some feel like a mirror.
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I’m living a life I once prayed for… traveling, growing, pouring into the people I love. But in the quiet moments, I still find myself wondering why love hasn’t found me yet. I’m not confused about what I want… just learning how to sit with the complicated.
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A doctor told me I peed on myself when my water broke. Days later, I returned with a fever and my baby fighting an infection. This is why Black Maternal Health Week matters.
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A day in Amsterdam filled with vibrant tulips, unforgettable laughs with my mom, and food that truly delivered. From the beauty of Keukenhof to the fun at the Heineken Experience, every moment felt worth it. And while not everything lived up to the hype, the fries, pancakes, and seafood made this trip one to remember.
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On this Easter Sunday, I reflect on what truly matters, family, faith, and the quiet reminders that everything always works out in its own time.
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I take pride in my work and the standards I uphold, but I’m learning that how I show up can be perceived differently than I intend. This is my reflection on balancing confidence with awareness, leading with strength without dimming who I am.
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It hits me sometimes out of nowhere. When I’m driving through quiet streets, or standing in the grocery store staring at bland instant noodles, and suddenly, I miss Daegu, South Korea with a kind of ache I didn’t expect. It’s more than just nostalgia. It’s a feeling that a part of me is still walking…
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If you’ve ever been stationed in or around Grafenwöhr, Germany, you probably already know. Finding good food around here can feel like a full-time job. And by “good,” I don’t mean the kind of meal that just fills your stomach. I mean the kind that makes you pause mid-bite and go, “Okay, now that’s what…
Pray Eat Slay 