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The danger is mistaking gravity for destiny
When love is each others last gravity. A chaotic, beautiful, punishing gravity. And I never want to escape it really – souls that parted but somehow are still connected through their cosmic footsteps and footprints they left in one another’s lives – what happens to them? What happens to them is not clean. They part in the physical sense. Rooms empty. Messages stop. Routines collapse. The body…
Day 11 - The Difference Between Pain and Excuse
I have been thinking about pain today.Not in some grand philosophical way, although knowing me, it will probably end up there before we are done.I mean the ordinary kind.The kind you feel when you get out of bed.The kind that makes you pause before bending.The kind that sits in the back, or the knee, or the hip, and quietly asks how brave or stupid you plan on being today.There is a difference…
If you have to...
If you have to ask for it, it loses its value. Love.Loyalty.Support. The things that matter most should not need to be negotiated out of people. They show up in the hard seasons.They stand close when life gets ugly.They do not wait to be reminded. Because once you have to beg for what should have been freely given, you are no longer receiving love. You are managing absence.
Following your gut...the lessons I learned
Learning the difference between instinct and impulse. I used to think following your gut meant acting without evidence. That was always the cliché version of instinct to me — leap first, justify later. The sort of thing people say after making reckless decisions and getting lucky. I associated “trust your gut” with emotion, impatience, impulse, or the romantic idea that certainty should appear…
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Following your gut...the lessons I learned
Learning the difference between instinct and impulse. I used to think following your gut meant acting without evidence. That was always the cliché version of instinct to me — leap first, justify later. The sort of thing people say after making reckless decisions and getting lucky. I associated “trust your gut” with emotion, impatience, impulse, or the romantic idea that certainty should appear…
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What you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self?
I would probably tell him to stop trying to arrive so quickly. You think life is a sequence of summits. Study. Career. Marriage. Success. Fitness. Stability. One mountain after another until eventually you stand somewhere and feel complete. That isn’t how it works. Some of the things that will shape you most will look like failure while they are happening. Some people you will love will…
Boundaries are not walls. They are acknowledgements of responsibility.
Setting healthy boundaries in relationships. A younger version of me thought boundaries were distance, silence, withdrawal, hardness — proof that one had finally learned not to be hurt. Experience taught me something else. Healthy boundaries are not built to keep people out. They exist to define where obligation ends and choice begins. Without them, relationships become negotiations of…
Day 10 - Starting Again Is Embarrassing
Starting again is embarrassing. There. I said it. Not inspiring. Not cinematic. Not yet. Embarrassing. Because starting again means admitting, at least to yourself, that something was lost. Or neglected. Or left unattended long enough to become visible. It means beginning at a level your former self might have looked at and thought, really? This is where we are now? A walk becomes a thing…
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Day 9 - The Quiet Violence of Drift
I’ve been thinking about drift. Not the dramatic kind. Not the sudden collapse where everyone can point to the moment and say, there you see, that is where it happened. Not the car crash. Not the phone call. Not the diagnosis. Not the one sentence that changes the room. Drift is much quieter than that. Drift is sometimes, almost polite. It asks for very little at first. Skip the walk…
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Day 8 - The First Honest Inventory
There is a strange cruelty in taking inventory of yourself. Not the dramatic kind. Not the grand reckoning with thunder in the background and some meaningful music swelling somewhere off-camera. Just the ordinary kind. The kind where you look at yourself plainly and stop negotiating with the facts. That is harder than it sounds. Because I can explain a lot of things. I can explain the last…
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Day 7 - The Promise to Show Up Again Tomorrow
A week ago, I sat down and wrote again. That sounds simple when I put it like that, but it did not feel simple at the time. It felt awkward. Exposed. A little foolish, maybe. Like walking back into an old room and finding the furniture still there, but covered in dust. You recognise the place, but you are not entirely sure you still belong in it. Writing used to be part of how I made sense of…
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Day 6 - One Thing I Can Still Do Today
Some mornings arrive without permission. You wake up, and before the day has even had the decency to introduce itself properly, the mind is already busy. Not productively busy. Not usefully busy. Just circling the same old ground like a dog that cannot settle. I have had a few of those lately. The kind of mornings where everything feels too close. The body. The past. The weight. The unfinished…
Day 5 - The Danger of Remembering Who You Were
I do not want to lose a day. That is the simple truth of today. Not because every day needs to be profound. Not because every post needs to arrive polished, insightful, or wrapped neatly around some grand revelation. Some days the victory is smaller than that. Some days the victory is simply not breaking the chain. That matters more than I probably realise right now, because part of the…
Day 4 - 46 Is Not Old, But It Is Not 36
Day 3 - The Body as the First Battlefield
There is a temptation, when life has become complicated enough, to begin with the mind. To sit down with the great tangled mess of it all and try to think your way back into order. To analyse. To understand. To explain. To find the pattern. To trace the wound back to its first incision and say, there, that is where it began. I am very good at that. Possibly too good. The mind can become a…
What does “back” even mean when the past is no longer available to return to? It cannot mean becoming 36 again, or pretending the losses, gr
(via The Philosopher King - will we ever see such a ruler?)