the book of parv

That time I … dared to want a little more

I spend an inordinate amount of time reading articles online. My brain is a sponge — soaking in lines of text, filtering the streams of messages, squeezing out what I find worth sharing, and leaving with a clear sense of job well done. Much of this reading happens on LinkedIn, that bastion of professional online…

That time I … unleashed the brand within

When I graduated university and joined the corporate rat race, I became an ardent disciple of the theory of personal branding. It had less to do with self-adulation and me trying to find my niche, and more to do with nurturing an ambitious drive and the desire to stand out in a relatively homogeneous crowd. The world was my oyster…

That time I … chose not to give a fork

My blogger biz cards say “Social media influencer”. Most bloggers aim to amass a cult-like following and I guess I was being aspirational. But being an influencer is hard work – it requires time and commitment, and I admire those who have achieved that supposed greatness in the social media realm. But, it’s not for me. Which may explain my intermittent…

That time I … reignited a creative spark

For several months now, I’ve been desperately seeking a creative outlet. As inspiring as life can be, today’s world can also leave you overwhelmed. Perhaps it had a little to do with the mind-numbing political news coming out of our southern neighbours. Or perhaps it was the ADHD, social-media-obsessed culture we’ve perpetrated, with the constant swiping,…