Category Archives: Reflections

I’ve noticed that at work I tend to think and reason constantly. On the surface, that seems necessary. Yesterday though, I wondered what would happen if I just felt my way through the day. The world didn’t collapse. And I found there’s actually freedom in trusting your instincts. It feels scarier to try than itContinueContinue reading “X(Twitter) Archive — 2026-02-12”

Yesterday I wrestled with a decades-old question, two conflicting voices pulling me apart. I stepped outside, let the Sun warm my face, content to let it rest for now. Suddenly I understood my next step forward. The weight seemed to lift…like I didn’t have to solve it alone. https://t.co/ekaq9ZKcNv

Perhaps the deepest trauma arises when we live inside a story that isn’t aligned with who we truly are… …I realized I had nothing to fear. I get to decide what the story means. No outer authority can tell me otherwise; only I can. https://t.co/uJTcXGhVrk

Yesterday I did something I had not done in a long time. I played a video game. I haven’t felt the impulse to play in a long time, and as I felt this urge, I realized my old gaming habits didn’t resonate anymore. Then out of nowhere the remake of Myst showed up for meContinueContinue reading “X(Twitter) Archive — 2026-02-09”

This weekend something has been forming…not sure what it is, or how to write about it yet. It feels expansive. Exploratory. Playful. https://t.co/tX9J0guJLy

Yesterday felt liminal, and I noticed something new. Small things that cause me to tense up, physically, in ways I’d never been aware of before. I find myself wondering how I ever lived without noticing this tension at all. Lately I’ve been witnessing it more and more, and it feels as real and visceral asContinueContinue reading “X(Twitter) Archive — 2026-02-06”

I used to tell my children “You must not allow your emotions to control you!” — with an air of ‘get a hold of yourself’ mixed in with it. Now I think I would say it differently: “Allow your emotions to guide you, but not to rule you.” https://t.co/bH6rec8B53

Yesterday felt like a weight lifting, an old trauma finally falling away. I spent the day writing a piece my mind kept shouting no to, out of fear, but I chose to write anyway. As I wrote and practiced playing The River Flows in You, tears came, the weight lifted, and it felt like spaceContinueContinue reading “X(Twitter) Archive — 2026-02-04”

I’ve been writing a lot lately about the power of the personal stories we tell ourselves. This weekend, that truth seemed to really settle into my bones, and I’m starting to glimpse its broader implications. Shining the spotlight of retrospection on past experience provides the proof. It’s been hidden in plain sight all along. https://t.co/NhjAjviCIQ