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?
Category Talking to Myself
Read MoreI go looking for home and I find… the world.
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.
Dear 2025 me,
Go be intentionally foolish. Go be brave. Go be experimental.
And my love, go choose only one thing.
Money and meaning and mooo.
Mooo? It makes sense later, i think.
When love on the brain brings thoughts, tears, and touchstone topics.
It's a day off and I'm letting my brain loose. So it decides to come back with feelings, memories, and questions I need to ask myself.
What really matters…
is what makes you/me happy, and the people we decide to care for.
Dear Savannah,
What do you do when you feel like you've gotten to know your daughter's soul, and you have words in your head to her? This, I guess.
To love, to land.
With bubbles, waves, a detour boat ride, and then finally coming to a shore.