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Product Designer based in NYC 👩🏾‍💻. Dabbling in Art 🎨, Words 📝, and Code 💻. Avid Gamer 🎮, Mentor 👩🏾‍🏫, and Scholar 👩🏾‍🎓. She/Her(s)

Joined 01 January 2019.

Total writing: 127 days.

Current streak: 200 days.

Total word count: 54992 words (433 words on average per post)

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Spring Cleaning

2 months ago, for day 116 by Asia

I said I would tidy up for the holidays. I didn't. Not exactly, anyway. I suppose I did tidy up my love life a little. All these months later, there are still remnants of it lying around, both metaphorically and literally, but I've done about all I can to deal...

Take Your Child to Work Day

2 months ago, for day 115 by Asia

Despite countless posts about being burnt out because I had said yes too much to too many things, a few weeks back, I decided to take my niece to Take Your Children to Work Day. As soon as I heard about it, I asked my sister, and she said that...

After Burnout

2 months ago, for day 112 by Asia

It's amazing to look over the writing I've done since the beginning of this year, and to witness the patterns that unfold from within. In observing the writing, I recognize that it is the one new routine that I've been able to maintain this year. I'd like to take this...

The Myth of Laziness

2 months ago, for day 111 by Asia

In today's world, it seems simple to rationalize virtually anything, even the worst part of ourselves. When everything happens for a reason, what are we to make of the negative aspects of ourselves and our lives? Given a choice between arrogance and self-deprecation, it's seen as more acceptable to be...


3 months ago, for day 110 by Asia

I've always presumed that solace was a solitary thing, perhaps in part due to their similar word structures. But I think it has more to do with the fact that I've always enjoyed being alone. At least, up until recently. It's not that I dislike being alone. It's that I'm...


3 months ago, for day 109 by Asia

I arrived at the tailor's around 6:55 PM, just a few minutes before closing. The owner's son was sound asleep on a bench by the door, while the men were working behind the counter. In the background, a staticky radio played music in Spanish. I realized I never did learn...

All the Lonely People

3 months ago, for day 108 by Asia

Where do they all come from. All the lonely people, where do they all belong? I always thought it was a weird song. What was it even about? Was it about pitying other people? What good can come of that? When you choose to distance yourself from empathy, what can...

Death and Taxes

3 months ago, for day 105 by Asia

Our new constitution is now established, and has an appearance that promises permanency; but in this world, nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes. — Benjamin Franklin, probably quoting some other dead rich dudes. Ah yes, it is that time of year again. Normally I...

First Friend

3 months ago, for day 104 by Asia

The last friend you ever have in this world, is yourself. No one ever really tells us that, and you almost learn to be ashamed of enjoying your own company. People laugh when you tell them you talk to yourself. They tell you that you need to get out more,...


3 months ago, for day 103 by Asia

On sunny, warm days like this, the city comes alive. The apple thrums with activity, people everywhere, thriving in the sunshine after a long, cold winter. It has its downsides, no doubt, between the loud music and big crowds. But when you've been inside for so long, it's hard to...