Last night, I was looking at my LinkedIn page and stumbled upon some of my old writing. I used to have a blog called dailylifetalk.com. I closed it down years ago, but some of my pieces still live here. Rereading them felt like opening an old notebook, one filled with the kind of honesty that only comes when you’re not thinking too hard about who’s reading.
My syntax was loose, my thoughts ran freely, and I didn’t seem to care much about rules or rhythm. But that looseness, that lack of structure, was also a form of freedom. I wrote what I felt. I wrote from the heart. And maybe that’s why those words still move me now.
Writing honestly matters to me. When you write without filtering, you get to see yourself more clearly. You think as you write, and sometimes that’s how meaning starts to take shape. When I read those old pieces, I saw someone who wasn’t trying to sound perfect, just someone trying to understand life as it was.
One of the pieces I came across was titled “I Fell in Love with Myself and Happiness Found Me.” I smiled reading it because, even a decade later, I still believe every word. Happiness begins with self-love, with accepting yourself as you are while still choosing to grow. Nobody is coming to make you happy. You have to decide, every single day, to find joy, even when things don’t make sense. It might sound simple, but it’s real. You can have all the money, comfort, and success in the world, but if you’re not at peace within, it never lasts.
I also found a piece about walking, how I used to walk to work and how those walks cleared my mind. I still do that. I still take walks to think, to breathe, to realign. I still believe in movement, in small routines that keep me grounded. It’s beautiful, really, to notice how much has changed and how much hasn’t.
Now I write here, on MaishaKuishi.com, a space that feels like a continuation of that old voice but with more calm, more clarity, and maybe a little more grace.
Yes, I know more now. I’ve lived more, felt more, learned more. But at the core, I’m still the same girl who believed in self-love, in long walks, and in writing her way through life. I still journal every evening, a habit I’ve maintained for about two years now. It’s how I process my emotions and make sense of my days.
Writing has always been my primary outlet, my way of understanding the world and finding meaning in it.
And this was also a reminder of why I love documenting my life. It gives me a chance to look back and appreciate how far I have come, how much growth has happened, and how much more learning and growing I still need to do. However, one thing is clear: I will continue to document my life however I see fit. That is how I keep myself in check.
And maybe that’s what it’s all about: finding meaning in the small, ordinary things. In the moments when you’re honest with yourself. In choosing to live gently, to grow slowly, and to keep becoming.
Always 💫
Jane
