Notice Without Fixing
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It's one of three questions I've been carrying around since my first session. A small practice. Sitting with what I notice and not doing anything about it.
Which, for me, is the work.
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Write to Listen
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There are weeks where life just stacks itself. Work pulls one way, family, and friends pulls another, and somewhere in the middle you're supposed to show up fully present for all of it; clear-headed, emotionally available, not running on fumes and a protein shake. Some weeks that works. Some weeks you're just moving between rooms, between roles, trying not to drop anything.
I've been in one of those stretches…
Read MoreReading to Smile, Reading to Learn
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Five from the library. Two from the shelf. A free building down the street that hands you novels by writers you’ve never heard of. If reading does any good, that’s where it starts. Smile, learn, return the books on time.
From Here…
Read MoreThursday Morning Sensory Inputs
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What the Night Left Behind
Flour on the counter. Two glasses with wine rings at the bottom. A kitchen that smelled like butter and thyme and something that only exists when people cook together without dividing the labor. The girls were loud in the best way. Then they weren't. Then it was just us, and the kind of quiet that doesn't ask anything of you…
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Professional Overthinker. Semi-Professional Pizza Enthusiast.
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At some point I started signing my emails that way and nobody said anything, so I kept doing it.
It started as a joke. Or at least that's what I told myself. But jokes have a way of being more honest than the stuff you actually mean to say. Somewhere along the way it stopped being a bit…
Read MoreA Theory Is Better Than Its Explanation
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I’ve been saying this for about fifteen years. Half joke, half insurance policy.
It started in meetings, watching people perform thinking instead of actually doing it. Say something broad, let it hover, nod like it means something, and move on before anyone asks the obvious question. The theory sounds smart. The explanation is where the curiosity begins…
Read MoreYou are the dream, the nightmare, and the dream within the nightmare that becomes a dream
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The recursion is doing real work. It doesn't resolve anywhere. You just keep falling through floors.
"The disappointment you keep experiencing isn't a bug, it's a feature" is so sharp that I cut myself. I've thought it but never said it out loud. The do/don't list at the bottom is perfect too…
Read MoreNotes From Here No. 2: Slow Is Still Moving
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I’ve been thinking about pace lately. Not in the way people talk about productivity or momentum, but in a quieter, more honest way.
Just…
Read MoreDrafts Are Enough
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Ten things I'd write about if I had the energy.
Today it's four.
Charlotte traffic has lost its mind.
I don't know what happened or when, but something shifted. It's not rush hour anymore; it's just... hour. The merge on 277 alone has taken years off my life. There's a longer post here about infrastructure and growth and what a city owes its people, but I'm tired, so: it's bad out there. Drive safe…
Read MoreHunger is Information, Not Urgency
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I've been sitting with something.
It shows up at work when someone says let's grab lunch and what they actually mean is I need to think out loud and I need a witness. It shows up in family, where Sunday dinner was never really about the food and everyone knew it but nobody said it. It shows up in friendships that only seem to exist inside restaurants, and in romance where cooking for someone is one of the earliest ways we say something we're not ready to say out loud yet.I've been sitting with something.
It shows up at work when someone says let's grab lunch and what they actually mean is I need to think out loud and I need a witness. It shows up in family, where Sunday dinner was never really about the food and everyone knew it but nobody said it. It shows up in friendships that only seem to exist inside restaurants, and in romance where cooking for someone is one of the earliest ways we say something we're not ready to say out loud yet...
Read MoreNotes From Here No. 1: Not Random. Not Impulsive.
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I found myself looking into La Marzocco espresso machines today, not because I’m about to run out and buy one, but because some things feel worth studying before they ever become yours. This feels like one of those things…
Read MoreRandom Observation #7,842,003,491,226
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People have been peopling lately. I'm not sure if my antennae are just up or if the behavior is genuinely escalating, but either way I've started writing things in my Things I give a fuck about notebook…
Read MoreNo Hidden Invoice
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If I love you, that love starts with me.
I’ve been thinking about that.
How real love, for me, is not a trade. It’s not a quiet transaction where I give and secretly hope to be paid back in attention, approval, reassurance, or matching energy.
Read MoreFriday Morning Sensory Inputs
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The alarm wakes me before the world is ready… a small agreement made with the night.
Inside, it’s warm. Heat rises and so do I, nineteen floors up, wrapped in stillness. Outside, the cold presses its face against the windows, sharp and impatient. Winter waiting…
Read MoreWhat Held Up
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I didn’t end this year chasing a better version of myself. I ended it learning how to stay.
Stay with the work when it got quiet.
Stay with people who didn’t need me to perform.
Stay with my body long enough to hear what it was asking for.
Stay when leaving would’ve been easier…
Read MoreOn Forming Purpose
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I used to think purpose was something you discovered. Like a hidden room everyone else eventually found, and if you paid enough attention or waited long enough, you’d stumble into it too. I kept waiting for that click. The moment where everything lined up and pointed in one clean direction…
Read MoreRandom Observation #300,298,754
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Year-End Signals
This time of year always pulls at me in two directions. There’s the part of me that’s still figuring out how to walk through December without flinching. Grief doesn’t circle dates on a calendar, but my body somehow remembers anyway. So while everyone else is swapping travel plans and holiday playlists, I’m moving through the days with a small echo in my chest. Present enough to function, not always present enough to feel…
Read MoreNon-Guilty Pleasure: Splurging on Good Avocado Oil
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I’m not sure when it happened, but I started splurging on avocado oil. Not just any oil the good stuff. The kind that’s smooth, almost creamy, and makes everything taste better. There’s something about opening that bottle, watching the green-gold drip out, and knowing it’s going to make a simple meal feel a little extra. Honestly, it’s one of those little things that feels like a small win, like I’m treating myself without going overboard…
Read MoreNon-Guilty Pleasure: Sunday Naps That Stretch Into Evening
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It’s been a minute since I’ve written here. No grand return, just a quiet one, like waking up from a long Sunday nap…
There’s a certain kind of peace that only hits on a Sunday afternoon. The light’s soft, the air’s slow, and the world seems fine letting you rest. You close your eyes meaning to recharge for fifteen minutes, and next thing you know, the sun’s slipped away. No guilt, no rush, just your body catching up to itself.
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