Inspirer

Hello Inspirers   There is a specific, sinking feeling I think many of us have experienced lately. You’re scrolling through your phone on a quiet Saturday morning, coffee in hand, and you see a photo of an old friend.  You smile, instinctively reaching to double-tap the screen, but then your thumb hovers. You realize you haven’t actually spoken to them in six months. Maybe a year. You vaguely remember they started a new job, or maybe they moved?  The details are fuzzy. You want to reach out, to type a quick “Thinking of you!” but a sudden wave of hesitation stops you.  Is it weird?  Will they think I want something?  Have we drifted too far apart?  You put the phone down, the moment passes, and the distance between you grows just a tiny bit wider. We are living in an era where we are technically more connected than ever, yet statistically, we are lonelier than any generation before us. We have “followers” and “connections” by the thousands, but fewer p...

Hello Inspirers   The first Friday of the year always feels distinct here in Kumasi. The harmattan haze is still hanging in the air, softening the sunlight. Everyone is moving with a renewed sense of purpose and intention. We spend this week obsessing over our gym routines and our financial spreadsheets. We download apps to track our water intake and our screen time. But I have noticed a strange blind spot in our New Year’s planning. We rarely set resolutions for how we treat the people we love. We assume that our relationships are static, self-sustaining entities. We think that once we find "the one" or build a solid friend group, the work is done. But if 2025 taught me anything, it is that relationships are like living organisms. If they are not growing, they are slowly dying. I was sitting with my grandmother yesterday, watching her navigate the bustling market. She has been married for over fifty years, a feat that seems impossible today. I asked her, "Grandma, what ...

Happy New Year! It’s January 1st, 2026. If you are reading this, you probably have a list of resolutions sitting somewhere in a notebook or the notes app on your phone. Maybe you want to lose twenty pounds, launch that side hustle, or finally read fifty books this year. I have been there so many times. I remember waking up on New Year’s Day in 2024, hungover not just from champagne but from the sheer pressure of "becoming a new me." I had a list of ten massive goals that I swore I would crush. By February? I was back to my old habits, feeling like a total failure. The problem wasn't my ambition; the problem was my strategy. We tend to think that a new year demands a massive overhaul of our lives. We treat January 1st like a magic portal that washes away our old self. But the truth is, you didn't wake up a different person today. You are the same person, just with a fresh calendar. That sounds depressing, but it is actually incredibly liberating. It means you don't...

  Hello Inspirers  Can we just have a moment of radical honesty here? Raise your hand if you feel busier than ever, tired down to your bones, yet somehow feel like you aren't actually moving forward on the things that really matter to you. Yeah. Me too. Earlier this year, I hit a wall. On paper, I was killing it. My to-do list was getting checked off, my calendar was color-coded to within an inch of its life, and I was consuming podcasts on 2x speed like it was an Olympic sport. I was the picture of modern "hustle." But inside? I felt hollow, anxious, and creatively bankrupt. I realized I had fallen into a common trap in the personal development world. I had spent years consuming advice on how to do more, but I never stopped to question if the foundational beliefs I was building on were actually sound. We are constantly told to learn new skills, adopt new habits, and buy new planners. But as we stand on the threshold of 2026, I’ve come to believe that the greatest growth ...

Hello Inspirers   I’ll be honest with you—yesterday, I sat staring at a blinking cursor for what felt like an hour. It was one of those gray, "blah" Tuesday mornings where the coffee didn't quite kick in, and the world felt a little too routine.  You know that feeling, right?  It’s that heavy, foggy sensation where you feel like you’ve seen it all, thought it all, and there’s just nothing left in the tank. We often think lightning has to strike for us to feel inspired. We wait for a life-changing phone call, a trip to Bali, or a sudden epiphany to hit us while we’re showering. But here is the truth I’ve had to learn the hard way: Inspiration isn’t a lightning strike; it’s a radio frequency. The music is always playing, but we are usually tuned to the wrong station—the station of "Busy," "Stressed," or "Autopilot." As we stand on the edge of a new year, looking toward 2025, the trend isn't about hustling harder for ideas; it's about sl...

Compliments of the Season, everyone! I hope you are recovering well from the holiday food coma and enjoying this weird, quiet little bridge between the years. We are currently sitting in "The Void." It’s that specific week between December 25th and January 1st where time feels like an illusion. If you are like me, you are probably feeling a mix of two very distinct emotions right now. On one hand, you feel a little lazy. You want to stay in your pajamas and watch movies. On the other hand, you feel a creeping sense of panic. You scroll through Instagram and see people posting their "2025 Recaps" and their ambitious goals for 2026. You start thinking, "Oh no, I need a plan. I need a vision board. I need to change my entire life by Thursday." We tend to treat the New Year as a massive addition project. We want to add new habits, new money, new relationships. But I’ve learned the hard way that you cannot bring new furniture into a house that is already hoarde...

Inspirers I hope you all had a magical Christmas surrounded by love and good food! Now that the wrapping paper is cleared away... There is a specific feeling that hits most of us on Saturday evening. It’s known as the "Saturday Scaries." The sun starts to set, and suddenly, the relaxation of the weekend evaporates. Your chest tightens. Your mind starts racing toward the emails waiting for you on Monday morning. You start replaying the awkward thing you said to your boss last week. For years, I lived in this state of chronic, low-grade anxiety. I treated life like a high-stakes test that I was failing. I thought that one wrong move would ruin everything. I thought that everyone was watching me, waiting for me to slip up. I was playing the game of life, but I was playing it with a "Survival Horror" mindset. I was just trying not to die. Then, I stumbled upon a psychological reframe that changed everything. It sounds a bit silly at first, but stick with me. I started t...