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Cindy Ly

Cindy Ly

When Expectations Don’t Intersect with Reality

When Expectations Don’t Intersect with Reality

I used to think a joyous moment was something universal—something we’d all recognize when it arrived, like fireworks on New Year’s Eve or applause at the end of a performance. But I’ve learned that these moments are far more complicated than that. It’s not a

Some Questions Come Too Late —And Still Cut Too Deep

Some Questions Come Too Late —And Still Cut Too Deep

When I was younger, I thought love was something you had to earn. I didn’t grow up in a home filled with affirmations. We didn’t say “I love you.” We said “Did you eat yet?” and “Get an A.” I spent 18 years listening closely to everything my

The Journey of Self -Love

The Journey of Self -Love

For most of my life, I believed love was something you had to earn. That if I wasn’t perfect—if I wasn’t successful enough, smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough—then I didn’t deserve it. I believed that love had conditions. That it came with rules, checkboxes,

The Scariest Career Leap I Ever Made

The Scariest Career Leap I Ever Made

The first time I thought about leaving my job—the one I landed straight out of university—it was just a whisper. Could I really walk away from this path? From the degree? From everything I worked for? I didn’t tell anyone. Not my boss. Not my coworkers. Not

The Only Person You can Can Change

The Only Person You can Can Change

I used to think I could help everyone. That if I just explained it the right way—showed them how good change could feel—they’d evolve like I did. Grow like I did. I want more, like I did. But that’s not how it works. The evolution of

When Reality Doesn’t Match the Movies: Letting Go of the Moments I Never Had

When Reality Doesn’t Match the Movies: Letting Go of the Moments I Never Had

“Don’t get excited over anything, because all you’ll be is disappointed.” That was my mother’s mantra. It became mine too. For most of my life, that sentence played on a loop in my head—especially during the moments that were supposed to feel magical. Prom. Graduation. My

An Ode to Motherhood

An Ode to Motherhood

I always wanted to be a mother. That was the end goal—what you worked toward, what you saved for, what you molded yourself into. I never questioned it. Graduate college → get married → have children. The sequence was non-negotiable, a recipe for life set by tradition. Not before, because you’