I KNOW that is not the first time I started a blog post with that title. For years, I wanted to see Wicked and when I finally had a chance, I was like, "Meh." That is so classic Rafia. What is NOT classic Rafia? Drinking green tea. Willingly. I'm a chai girl. Have been since… Continue reading What is this feeling, so sudden and new?
One of the things I have learned in organizing public programs is that you have to be willing to let go of your reasons for starting the project. When I discovered there was some push back against one of my core reasons for starting this particular project, I was reminded of the lesson I learned… Continue reading Anxiety and insomnia never were a good mix.
After a co-worker mentioned yesterday that the weather this weekend would be great for a run, I told myself: "I gotta do it. Now or never." Inertia is strong within me. Unless I need to use the restroom or my stomach yells to me that it needs food, I can sit in one spot and… Continue reading Getting back into it
It's been a while since I've done this, sipping my morning chai as I type away. I'm not really sure how to start blogging again after my month's hiatus. But I know that I cannot without at least attempting to give the previous month its due. Eid began yesterday. Ramadan is officially over. It feels… Continue reading Where do we go from here?
There has been one good thing that has come out of my insomnia this past week: being given the chance to really plume through the thoughts whirling around in my head. While the common response would be to check one's phone and endlessly scroll through one's social media feed, I no longer reach for my… Continue reading The gift of insomnia