Tag: Childhood

This assignment was the first group project at the General Assembly. The teachers assigned us a well-known client, although the brief was conceptual. My client, for the 2-week sprint, was the cherished Victoria and Albert Childhood Museum! The Brief Due to the COVID-19 pandem...

Despite facing criticism and controversy along the way, Jake remained undeterred, using each challenge as an opportunity for growth and self-reflection. Through his candid vlogs, daring stunts, and infectious personality, he forged a deep connection with fans around the world, inspiring a new genera...

From the earliest days of our lives, we’re infused with a belief that feels almost magical: we are meant for something extraordinary. This conviction, often sparked by the glowing pride in our parents’ eyes over our smallest wins, plants the seeds of destiny within us. My own story, much...

The other day I met with a new therapist. It’s an interesting thing to meet someone new when you have a lengthy history with another therapist. But the truth is I’m not in the same place as when I first started therapy, and it’s useful to start with someone who only knows me for...

I came across the default mode network (DMN) while researching psychedelic treatments for depression. The Psychedelic Scientist on YouTube has some good explanations of the DMN and other brain networks. I also found a review and synthesis paper by Vinod Menon (Stanford University...

How Your Education, Occupation, Marital Status, Politics, Environment, Childhood, Appearance, Temperament, and the Media Do Your Thinking for You As you may recall, Part 1 of this series dealt with the seven conditioning factors of Age, Habit, Gender, Nationality/National Character, Religion, Rac...

My hands dig deep in the blue-and-black striped cotton basket with the smiling snail on it. The boy next to me just fished out a cowboy head, and the girl from next door is trying on the wings of a fairy costume. I’m looking for something very specific. I know it’s in there, but my tiny ...

My hands dig deep in the blue-and-black striped cotton basket with the smiling snail on it. The boy next to me just fished out a cowboy head, and the girl from next door is trying on the wings of a fairy costume. I’m looking for something very specific. I know it’s in there, but my tiny ...