Sometimes I think love changes shape before we even notice it. You start out open and sure, feeling seen in a way that feels new, and then slowly the balance shifts. It’s not one moment or one fight. More like a steady wearing down, quiet things you stop saying, small things you overlook because they don’t seem worth the argument. And then at some point you realize you’ve been adjusting who you are just to keep the peace. It’s strange how the need to feel close can make silence feel safer than honesty. You tell yourself this is what love …
The Slow Climb Back to Okay
Sometimes I forget that feelings can’t really see ahead. They only know what’s happening right now, and right now might be a mess. When things have gone wrong for too long, your mind starts learning the wrong lesson — that the bad stretch is permanent, that maybe this is the shape of life now.It doesn’t shout it, it just hums underneath everything, quiet and believable. And then there are these tiny moments where you notice a breeze or someone asks how you’ve been and you don’t know what to say because you realize you’ve been carrying this …
The Man in the Driveway: Re-earning My Seat at the Table
I just spent a few hours listening to DJ Shipley talk with Andrew Huberman, and I’m sitting here trying to process the weight of it. It wasn’t just another "hustle culture" interview about waking up early to crush the competition. It was a raw, deeply uncomfortable look at what it actually takes to stay human when your life has been designed to make you a weapon. Shipley spent seventeen years as a Tier 1 Navy SEAL, but the most harrowing part of his story isn't the gunfights in Iraq—it’s the twelve minutes he spends in his truck every evening …
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Soft Exits
What I Learned When I Stopped Fighting My Own Head
Some mornings I wake up already tired, not in my body exactly, more in my head, like the thinking part started early and the rest of me is still catching up, and I can feel it pulling me into half-written emails, old conversations, small things that shouldn’t matter much but somehow carry weight anyway. It doesn’t feel intense or loud, just constant, like something that’s always been part of the room, part of the air, part of how the day starts, and because it’s familiar I usually don’t question it. For a long time I assumed this was …
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You Moved On Too Fast
I’m quicker with sentences than I think I am. Something ends, I give it a name, and that naming feels useful in a very ordinary way, like putting a lid on something so I can carry on without checking it every few minutes. I don’t sit there choosing to do this. It happens before I notice. What I notice comes later. I’ll be in the middle of the day and realise I’m still holding myself a bit tightly, or staying alert when there isn’t much to pay attention to, and it feels slightly off because, in my head, that moment was already wrapped up. …