#personal-reflection

#personal-reflection

It's hard to believe I'm already writing my final Leaving Cert Diary entry. The exams have been a whirlwind - intense, emotional and, at times, surprisingly uplifting.

When I was alone in the desert with my father, the landscape's beauty struck me, yet I could not capture its sanctity in words.

"Seeing family for the holiday?" The Lowe's cashier asks me as he rings up the shovel. "No," I answer, too quickly, recalling that first disaster of a trip."

Barry Diller predicted that AGI would lead to a significant civilizational transformation, emphasizing its potential impacts to society being far greater than the Renaissance.

I saw how similar Austen's family dynamics were to my own a couple of centuries down the line. When Austen's father stepped away from his post as a clergyman, it forced the family to leave their genteel rectory home for a series of ever more insecure living quarters.

I wore a fake engagement ring for a week while traveling and was surprised at how emotionally resonant the experience was, reflecting my readiness for marriage.

I wore this silk one-shoulder dress to a friend's Black-Tie wedding at the Field Museum in Chicago and received so many compliments!

When I decided to let cats back into our lives after the fires, I realized pet adoption had evolved with social media, transforming the way we connect with animals.

The subject of saṃvega is a disquieting feeling that we all experience at some point, reinforcing our sense of unease about life's purpose.

Very sociable, and quite likable upon first meeting, but they don't have any close friends, or most friends don't last too long.

This year has been full of the highest highs and the lowest lows of my life. I see so many women around afraid to share their experiences. Fear is by design; it's what keeps us silent.

Driving has evolved from a source of freedom and thrill to a mundane chore, highlighting how our life stages change our perspective on experiences.

It's funny how a simple moment in life can spark years of fond memories, isn't it?

My therapist tells me it is seasonal memory. I find it a bit strange, since in the southern hemisphere where I now live, there are no cherry blossoms blooming as they are now in Herbert Park.

"I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. I had been on the weather forecast for nearly 10 years," she said on Instagram last night, addressing the confusion.

Interrailing was a revelation for me and for my children. It opened up new horizons and created unforgettable memories for our family.

"Unfortunately, you chose to get up and walk around in the dark. What happened is your responsibility, not theirs."

I have reservations about nutritional value, provenance and waste - and I'd rather see the money directed to areas that need it than affluent communities that do not.