People process grief in many different ways. For some, it’s letting loose to some trance music, for others, especially for Lebanese expats, they seem to enjoy telling Lebanese folks in Lebanon how to live their lives.
As creatures of habit, life’s constant changes has made us feel perpetually uprooted. It could be the lockdown, but it also could be the ever elusive stability we have been so desperately seeking in Lebanon.
I write what it feels like to have life slap me on the face, and have me question womanhood’s greatest purpose. I deliberate over what it means to find purpose outside of childbearing.
In this post, I attempt to unpack why I sabotage my efforts at success. I dive deep into childhood patterns and make steps to re-wire my brain into more functional ones.
In that season of my life, I was playing with the question of self-esteem. I ponder on whether I have done enough to love myself and become the full version of whom I am meant to be.
In this post, I observe how far I’ve come and I celebrate the small wins. I notice my feminine energy growing in presence. I also wonder how I could bottle the feelings of love and belonging.
Though I run Mindful Sauce, this site is not just about me, it’s about you, it’s about us and the community we are building.
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