Let’s be real. You probably don’t actually hate routine, you just might be a recovering procrastinator who’s low-key afraid of letting yourself down (again)!
In this episode, we’re talking about that weird mental glitch that makes routines feel like cages, even though deep down you want the structure.
If your to-do list keeps ghosting you and your calendar is more of a suggestion than a plan, this one’s for you.
Join me and Yassine for an intimate conversation that smells like coffee brewing and sounds like creatives reflecting on what it really means to make art and to live it.
We drift through the currents of change while holding fast to an inner calm. A gentle guide for those learning to walk alone, rooted in stillness, flowing with life.
In this episode, I take you on an intimate reflection about how we can learn to create space within ourselves: space to better know, understand, and free who we truly are.
Healing isn’t about erasing parts of yourself: it’s about making space for all of them to exist. Let’s talk about it.
Yeah… idk, I got nth to say.
Let’s talk about how writing can rewire our brains 🧠
Join the debate! Comment section is open!
A deep delve into the Chungking Express, Wong Kar-Wai’s iconic film that redefined cinematic storytelling.
(no spoilers!)
Join me as we discuss the symbolism of expired pineapple cans, the beauty of fleeting connections, and the emotional weight of longing in an urban jungle.
Link to my Letterboxd
Link to cinematography analysis
https://colorculture.org/cinematography-analysis-of-chungking-express/
Enjoy the episode!!
Bilan d’une semaine pleine de nouvelles rencontres ✨
Deep dive into how we deal with silence. Keywords: silent treatment, trauma responses, acceptance of silence, embracing silence, intentional living AND SO MUCH MORE
We need more episodes about anger. I need to talk about female rage on some future episode i guess.
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked… I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose… and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
How sharing my life got me like : “Awiliii, mn sob7 u huma byetala3ou 3aliya u byetsannatou 3alaya, u ma byetkalamou ma3aya, min lamma bdit sharing my life on social media”
How this obsession with internal peace and boundaries is taking all of us in a very bad turn
Me and my guest/bestie are sharing with you the wisdom of 21 year olds. Come join!