Am I where I want to be?: Where did the year go?

Photograph by Maria Dryfhout When I think back on college versus now, a stark difference is my routine. As a student, I had fall semester (Thanksgiving break), holidays, spring semester (spring break), summer (internship/program with break(s)) and we started another school year. In corporate America, there are quarters within the fiscal year. But the days …

School’s Out: Making the most of summer work experiences

Consistency is the name of the game, but for so long I have not put pen to paper. Tonight, I decided to take a break from binge-watching on Netflix to do some journaling. Topic of the hour: summer internships!  This was the first week of P&G’s virtual summer internship program, a company first! I am …

Vroom vroom: Buying my first car!

Buying a car is no small feat, especially when it's your first one and you only got your license a few months prior. Read on to learn about my journey and get some helpful resources if you're going through something similar.

Talk the talk: How to define the relationship

“But he said he likes me” she pointed out. “And so? What does like even mean” he retorted. Lately, there have been numerous conversations/polls on determining/defining relationships around me. While an essential part of success require communication with the person in question, a little self-reflection can go a long way! Understand what you want: I …

So they’re really gone?: Losing a loved one

Eid 2016. Foumban. My late father once told me losing a loved one is a symbol of growing up. I was reminiscing about the beautiful Haley Rue, one of my first friends in college, who had passed while documenting her European summer adventure. Death, he said, is the inevitable truth we must one day face …

The Journey Begins

Hello, Thanks for joining me! My name is Laetitia and I decided I wanted to share my reflections as I grow from my life experiences. #LTVtakesTransitions is all about moving from one stage of life to another. Sometimes we hope change would come already; sometimes it feels mandatory like high school uniforms. Click to read, skim, …