I don’t usually fancy myself hurrying through an early part of the day. Beginnings or introductions are things I believe we should savour and slowly bask ourselves in. Each familiar scent from the breakfast spread, each tapping beat of morning raindrops down the sides of our window, each hue of sunlight peeking through - breathe them all in. But skipping down those spiral stairs this morning felt good. The pinks and blues from the stained glass window reflected themselves on

A while back, I started this spring-cleaning mission in hope to declutter two things - my home and my mind. I gave away clothes we’ve forgotten we had, threw away Halloween chocolate wrappers collected six years ago for reasons I no longer remember, arranged my daughter’s toys in obsessively specific categories like ‘Disney Princesses’ and ‘Sea Transportation’, and went borderline OCD, among other things. And somewhat naturally indeed, I gradually felt my mind finding utmost