A coworker died yesterday morning😭.
HR knew by 9 :00 AM, but they kept us working all day. They finally told us around 4 :30 PM, then had the nerve to say, "You can head home early if you need to"—knowing we all finish at 5: 00 PM anyway.
This morning, it’s back to "business as usual." Some of my friends are literally sobbing at their desks, but they’re expected to work and be productive. No time to grieve.
It’s a cold reality. Within a week, the company will have his job posted online. Within a month, someone else will be sitting in his chair.
But his family ,his children will still talk about him every day,they will ask where is daddy , His wife will mourn him for ages ,he was the love of her life .
At work, we are just a "resource" that can be replaced in a week. At home, we are the world. Stop giving your best energy to a desk that will forget you, and giving the "leftovers" to the people who never will.
Sis let that man go and be with what he's used to. You’re stressing him out with all your discernment, intuition, standards, accountability, boundaries, nurturing, and genuine love
I want to permanently turn off the part of my brain that rushes to justify the actions of people who mistreat me before making space for my own emotions.
Their final gift to you was repeating their pattern one more time on you so you could finally see that, despite their potential, this is who they’re choosing to be.
March is the real start of 2026. This is the month for things to finally begin, for opportunity to find you, for community to find you, for you to go outside to take risks for what you want. You planted so much last year, now is the time to see it all come true.
I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth he can accept about himself without running away.”
Ignoring your partner's needs while still expecting a happy relationship is like ignoring your plants' need for water and still expecting a beautiful garden.
People don’t talk enough about how nice it is to feel sure in love. Not anxious. Not half-loved. Not almost chosen. Being assured they want you. No begging. No shrinking. No proving your worth. That kind of love is everything.
What most people won’t tell you, is that a new life is almost always led by a divine surrender. There will always be something that you have to give up, to admit to, and to stop fighting + resisting within yourself.