As I looked back at the blog posts I've written this year, I noticed something interesting. On the surface, they all seem to be talking about different things. Redesigning my success metrics as an art-preneur. Giving myself permission to have fun. Realising that permission is actually a choice that I give myself. Healing my inner critic when it comes to taking time to fill my own cup first thing in the morning. But underneath all of them is the same issue. I thought my proble

Last week, I found myself doing something I know all too well. I was trying to decide whether to buy MORE BTS concert tickets. On the surface, it seemed like a simple decision: Do I need to go for another night? Can I afford it? Does it fit into my schedule? Am I too greedy? But beneath those practical questions was another, quieter one: Have I earned it? The moment I noticed myself asking that question, I realised I wasn't evaluating the tickets. I was evaluating my worthine

I decided to crawl out of my emo-pool recently and realised I might have a deficiency in Vitamin F…FUN. 😂 If we really think about it, every second and every minute of our lives, we are free to make decisions. We are free to choose. And I think I’ve been lacking in the fun department lately. I keep checking tabs on myself based on how productive I’ve been (though I’m happy to say that I can enjoy my mornings a lot more guilt-free now… check out this blog where I talked about

Inspired by the talk I gave to the Arts Management undergraduates at LASALLE recently, I shared something that matters deeply to me as an artist these days: Staying Human in the Age of AI. Sharing with Arts Management undergraduates at LASALLE - the questions they asked stayed with me long after. This is something I’ve been thinking a lot about in this season of disruption. As AI gets better at speed, support, and simulation, our work as humans is to deepen into what is still

In my 12 years of self-development journey, this has been the toughest to overcome - my harshest & most brutal critical voice. This inner critic is the kind of voice that you slowly develop from young, where you can no longer pinpoint who it belongs to. It eventually gets welded into your entire psyche where you accept that it is your inner voice. This is a subconscious voice, the kind that whispers words that cut through your heart like a knife - the kind of negative self-ta

I had a very strange epiphany recently. It was during my Reformer Pilates class and in one of those moments where I had my own reflection in the mirror staring back at me – I realised how old I’ve aged. And that this face and body have held up so much all these years. I really need to treat myself better and kinder from now on. At this instance, younger versions of me started voicing out “what about me?” and then I realised all these versions of me were a big part of who I am

A week of discomfort, growth, and choosing to show up The past week felt intense - uncomfortable in that unmistakable way that signals growth. It was truly a week of feeling the fear and doing it anyway. It began with the anxiety of planning for the year ahead in my business - a feeling like a huge wave crashing over me. Overwhelming, disorienting… and yet, I still chose to show up, knowing that I have the support of my business coach. Goofing my way out of discomfort as a ta

As 2025 comes to a close, the words that keep returning to me are ebb and flow . This year didn’t move in a straight line. There were moments of deep momentum - and moments where my body asked me to pause, rest, and soften. At times, it felt frustrating. At others, deeply gratifying. Looking back now, I see how much I’ve grown - not by pushing harder, but by staying present with myself through every season. This is a reminder of my 2025 resolution for a lighter, fun and spaci

Now that I’m in my 40s, I’ve realised I spent most of my life being hard on myself. We really are our own harshest critics - and often, our own enemies. Even though I started my self-development journey 11 years ago, it’s only in the last 1 - 2 years that I recognised the biggest missing link in my life was self-love . And like any skill, self-love is a muscle . It needs training, practice, and intentional repetition. If we don’t use it, this muscle simply atrophies. Agree mu

Sometimes, what feels like the worst thing that could happen…turns out to be the best thing that needed to happen. September was a whirlwind month - two back-to-back art showcases at Tembusu Art Gallery and my art talk on Art & Self Love. On the morning of the talk, when I was supposed to be in my calm, focused “event energy,” my washing machine broke down. Water flooded the kitchen floor 😭 If you’ve ever used detergent with softener, you’ll know how slippery it gets - and

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