From love to identity.
I started talking about love, and I ended up talking about identity. Perhaps they're the same thing.
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Already perfect. Already beautiful.
Day 2 of "Forty Days On Being A Seven" and it's time for nurturing, acceptance, love.
I go looking for home and I find… the world.
"Forty Days On Being A Seven": Day 1. What does it mean to be home with yourself?
I am ranting, apparently for something good.
It's late, I am tired, and words are coming out of me for those reasons. Or so I thought.
It had to end with lessons.
Between “used to” and “getting used to”…
One's in the past and should be left there. The other is in the present... and hopefully the future too.
How lucky i am.
I could be sad and resentful, but a change in perspective means I change how I feel, and what I do.
For the rest of 2025…
As a book project comes to an end, I get to choose how I want to live the rest of the year. And maybe the rest of my life.
Sleep, interrupted.
Everything's getting interrupted, really. Even this post.
What happens at 5 am in a hotel room…
doesn't always stay in a hotel room.
Dear 2025 me,
Go be intentionally foolish. Go be brave. Go be experimental.
And my love, go choose only one thing.