jess in the mundane

an ordinary blog

  • Simple Memories

    I remember, At 4, routinely waking up to a peculiar melody, birds outside my window chirped. At 5, bedtime routines. Getting to say goodnight to my mom before bed, and without missing a beat, her reply: “goodnight darling!” At 6, numerous siestas my siblings and I were rather unsuccessfully forced to take. At 7, beautiful, Continue reading

  • Answered Prayers

    I remember a few years ago, downloading Pinterest. Unsure as to what category the app belonged to, I joined, simply because I wanted pictures to add to my mood board. Previously, my go-to for wallpapers was google search image results or screenshots from other social media apps. But those simply weren’t “giving” and Pinterest was.  Continue reading

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  • It will be okay in the end | University: a memoir

    In the final installment to this series, here is a bit of advice for current and incoming university students. Everyone’s university experience will be different, but if and when you can, enjoy it, because it goes by in a flash. An iron clad will:Let me let you in on a secret. I believe the people Continue reading

  • Challenges | University: a memoir

    Two posts in a month? Who do I think I am, right? Well, this is part 2 of the prior post, University, a memoir, and I again thank my stars that I do not have to write this from scratch. Let’s jump right in, shall we? Here are three challenges I faced in University: Challenge Continue reading

  • University: a memoir

    It’s a new month and I have nothing saved in my drafts. So I searched my Drive for a write-up I put together for a friend a few years ago. It’s a memoir of a sort, summarizing events leading up to my university admission, struggles, and other experiences. Reading it back to myself again today Continue reading

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  • Less about me

    “I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” A redefining moment of my existence came with the jarring realization that the Bible was not about me. Quite commonsensical to infer that scripture written thousands of years ago was in fact not about this Continue reading

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