Wo(a)ndering thoughts!!!

If overthinking were a superpower, I wouldn’t just be a superhero—I’d be the undisputed leader of the Avengers. I wasn't bitten by a radioactive spider or a genetically modified chimpanzee. No, this absolute curse is generational wealth, passed down directly from my ancestors.  Chapter 1: The Origin    It all started in school with multiple-choice questions in exams. I hated them. Other kids saw A, B, C, or D. I saw four psychological traps. Through the power of severe overthinking, I could construct a flawless, 10-step logical argument for why every single option was correct. Naturally, I would pick the wrong one. To this day, multiple-choice questions give me hives. Chapter 2: Codenames and clues This superpower extends to family game night. Whenever I play Codenames with my cousin, niece, and Aa, a simple one-word clue becomes a Da Vinci Code cipher. I will connect "Tree" to "Spaceship" via a complex web of conspiracy theories, overcomplicate the entire ...

I’ve been dragging myself to the gym in the pre-dawn darkness for over a decade. It’s my thing. I’m an "early bird," which is just a polite way of saying I lack the capacity for joy of sleeping-in after 6:00 AM. Since the rest of the world is still dreaming, I have zero excuses to skip. It’s a flawless system that works well for my schedule. Today started like any other day. I pulled out of my driveway while the sun was still snoozing. The drive is a five-minute straight shot—just me, a few stoplights, and the eerie silence of empty streets. While waiting at a red light, I noticed a police car slide in behind me. I didn’t sweat it. My speed was legal, my headlights were actually functioning , and I had my license. I was the picture of civic obedience. What could possibly go wrong? Right!  E.ve.r.yt.h.i.n.g.           PC- Google Images  The road signal turned green, I made my right turn, and suddenly my rearview mirror turned into a disco li...

I’ve officially watched every serial killer documentary Netflix has to offer. At this point, if there was a PhD in "Staring Blankly at Grainy CCTV Footage," I’d be aceing it. I draw the line at horror, though—ghosts are unrealistic, but a guy with a basement and a manifesto? That’s just Tuesday night entertainment. The problem is, this "education" has turned me into a paranoid investigator. Last week, during my 5:00 AM personal training session at the gym, I spotted it: a roll of black electrical tape sitting right next to a bowl of jelly beans. My brain immediately hit the panic button.  "Hey," I call my trainer "why is this here?"  pointing to the black tape. My trainer started explaining how he used it to patch up the cushions on the gym machines, or how he’d used a strip to fix his watch strap. I’m not sure what else he said because I zoned out after "watch strap." I just shrugged and went back to my deadlifts. A few seconds later,...

May is officially here, which means it’s time to celebrate someone special- it is Mom’s birthday! When I asked my 75-year-old friend Christine what her favourite season is, while we were sitting in the garden watching the fall colours on a sunny weekend, she said September without a beat. I thought she liked Spring, so I asked her again, 'Do you mean Spring?' She sweetly replies back,' No!, September. It is Mum's birthday. This is the person who has forgotten so many little details of her life. No matter how old you get, some people in our lives have big impacts, espacially moms have that kind of power. Dont you think?! Back in my "I know everything" phase, I swore I’d never be like my mother. Now that I’ve actually matured a little (Ahem!), I’ve realised that if I can be even 50% of the woman she is, I’ve absolutely nailed it. Of course, I could have done without the "family heirlooms" she passed down—specifically the ability to stress out over lite...