Abby's Whispers Within

  May 27, 2025 Yesterday, something happened that I’m still processing—and celebrating. I made my first property sale as a corporate sales manager. It wasn’t from a long-nurtured lead or some big strategy play. It was a walk-in client. Unannounced, unexpected, and, as it turns out, exactly the kind of moment I didn’t know I was ready for—but absolutely was. He came in knowing what he wanted. Or so it seemed. He liked the property, yes, but there was back and forth. A bit of tug-of-war over pricing. Some uncertainty around the exact building. A few shifts in the payment plan conversation. All the usual dance steps of a sale—but this time, I was fully in rhythm. I didn’t push. I didn’t panic. I paid attention. I listened more than I spoke. I stood my ground when it mattered. And I led with clarity, not desperation. Then he paid in full. Right there. No hesitation. That moment was surreal. But more than anything, it was grounding. It reminded me that preparation is important, yes—but ...

  Children’s Day Reflections This Children’s Day, I want to celebrate the person who has always been my rock my dad . Even as I grow older, I’ll forever be my daddy’s child. His unwavering belief in me and the care he showers upon me, Us his children even in the smallest ways, are treasures I hold dear. Today, I want to share a bit about the bond we share and the love that continues to guide me. We have this connection that’s so special—it’s almost spiritual. Whenever I’m going through something or feeling uncertain, my dad somehow always knows. His calls come right on time, as if he senses it in his spirit. He checks in, encourages me, and reminds me who I am with kind words and quiet strength. There was a time I was going through heartbreak, and I found myself breaking down and telling him about it. His words were so soothing, so healing it felt like balm to my soul. He’s my go-to person when I need reassurance. I don’t even have to say much—he’ll say something casually, and som...

Yesterday nudged me out of my usual rhythm. I reached out to a few colleagues in another building something I don’t often do. What started as a work check-in turned into some warm, thoughtful conversations about our various projects. There’s something really energizing about stepping outside your bubble and realizing that collaboration lives just a hallway or a building away. Then today came with its own unplanned twist. Some office issues had me back in the same building, sorting things out. While I was quietly handling business, a colleague popped in and said, “I could smell your perfume from the other room. You always make your presence known!” Let’s just say… yours truly was caught completely off guard and blushing. It was a funny, light moment that stayed with me. Sometimes, the little detours in our day bring the most unexpected reminders: that we’re seen, felt, and even remembered… in ways we don’t always realize. Here’s to showing up intentionally or not and making an impressi...

It’s been nearly a year since I last penned a post on my blog. Life got busy, and the words seemed to get lost somewhere between my thoughts and my schedule. But a simple conversation with a friend brought me back to where I belong—here, sharing my thoughts with you. During that conversation, I was asked why I hadn’t been writing lately. Honestly, I didn’t have a solid answer. I had been scribbling words here and there, but the motivation just wasn’t there. My friend encouraged me to revisit my blog, to see the journey I’d documented so far. And it worked. It reignited a spark I didn’t even realize I had lost. Going back to my past posts, I saw the depth, the honesty, and the raw emotions I’d put out there. Writing had always been my way of clearing my mind, of transforming overthinking into something tangible. Yet, sometimes, the line between introspection and oversharing can blur. Overthinking can sometimes lead us to second-guess ourselves, to hold back from sharing our true thought...

I texted twice, maybe thrice… okay, definitely more. 🙄 And yes, I know I’m not supposed to write long paragraphs, but guess who turned into a one-woman novel committee? Yours truly. I’m here to report myself. Why? Because I’ve been aired. Again. But this time? It didn’t sting like the last ones. Maybe because I wasn’t expecting much. Maybe because, deep down, I just needed closure even if it didn’t come wrapped in kindness or clarity. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t pretty. But it was… something. And sometimes, that’s enough. Now, I can finally rest. Accept things for what they are, not what I hoped they’d be. Don’t judge me—I’m just a girl, trying to feel, heal, and maybe overshare once in a while.🦋🦋🦋🦋

Hey Geng... What have you been learning in the quiet moments lately? I’ll go first… It’s been a minute since I sat with my thoughts long enough to turn them into words. Life has been… full. Full of questions, quiet realizations, and unexpected turns. Some beautiful, some hard to name. I’ve been learning  or maybe unlearning  a lot about life, love, worth, silence, and what it means to choose myself without guilt. There are moments I’ve felt like I was unraveling, but maybe it was really just shedding. Peeling off old versions of myself that no longer fit who I’m becoming. This isn’t a dramatic comeback post. It’s just me showing up again. Honest. Soft. Maybe still healing. Definitely still growing. So here I am, back in this little corner of the internet, sharing what I know best  my process. Not perfect, not polished, but real. If you’re here reading this, thank you. I hope you stay a while. 🦋