Lessons from parenting. Looking back at my younger self, I can’t help but marvel at how different my perspective was compared to my children’s. As I observe them and engage in discussions, it triggers a reflection on my youth. Did I view the world through the same lens as they…

Hi I am Serena Cornwall I have seen some personal author posts around here and thought to add one of my own. I must warn you that I am very bad on describe myself to others, as well as describing my writing style. Because even though I am not…

The unwritten rules. Regrets. If we would have two plates. One for achievements that we are proud of. While on the other plate we would add all our regrets. Which plate would win? I could have I should have Because then I would have But I did not do it. …

5 steps that may guide you in the right direction. First of all: There are no shortcuts. But there are ways to guide yourself in the right direction. Here are some of the steps that you can take. But how long it will take to get you there is up…

The importance in life. Life is about memories. Make them. Don’t wait for them. As I grow older, memories become increasingly important to me. For example, above all else, I hold dear the memories of my youth spent with my mother. …

My humble thoughts of this book. I began reading a few books, but none captured my interest. All the stories gave me a sense of déjà vu, and at least for the moment, I didn’t feel keen to read another one akin to the others. Then I picked up the…

How do you play the game of success? Approximately a year ago, I encountered a new colleague for the first time. She differed significantly from any of my previous co-workers, displaying numerous personas that made it impossible to determine her true intentions. She maintained a certain distance from everyone, never…

How Emotions Shape Our Commitments Don’t make Promises, When you are Happy. Refrain from replying when you are Angry. And don’t decide when you’re Sad. Why? Because emotions can cloud our judgment. …

“‘What’s the magical words?’ my mom would say as I accepted a candy from my grandmother. I would look at her, curious. Then, she would whisper: ‘Thank you.’ And I would turn to my grandmother and whisper: ‘Thank you.’ As a child, those words seemed no more magical than these: …